So while I’m not out on the streets, for all intents and purposes, I don’t have a home any longer. My apartment is no longer my own, and I am currently working from my grandmother’s couch in Kingston.

It is a strange feeling looking at two suitcases and feeling partially like they are all my worldly possessions. Sure, I have a bunch of stuff in storage, but that stuff isn’t accessible to me currently.

I don’t think it has truly hit me yet, as I feel more like I’m just visiting and will soon return to the comfort of my own space. I don’t yet feel as though I am out of place.

I wonder what the future will hold, and I don’t know what exactly I am doing, but that uncertainty is actually a bit calming. My future stretches out in front of me, and I have a million options and opportunities. I feel unencumbered by the expectations of society, and all the things that I own.

Where will I go? What will I do? These are questions being asked to me almost as much as I am asking them to myself.

I started towards this journey before I met Annie, and her welcomed involvement in my life may change my plans, but thinking about that makes me just as excited as the endless wandering. I don’t know what will happen, but now that I have the stress of my apartment behind me, I feel more like I’m living an adventure, and less like a stressed out man without a plan.