I lived in Nebraska and then I didn’t because my mom and dad and I drove to New Jersey. We drove there and then for two years I made frequent visits to New York City. For two years I went to a museum or two and I saw people sing and dance. I spent many patriotic holidays on Long Beach Island. I slept on the floor in Philadelphia. I drove with myself to Washington D.C., I saw Delaware and poverty. I drove with my mom and dad through Amish Country. Once I flew to New Orleans to volunteer, then I drove to New Orleans again because I missed it. And I wanted to dance. I moved, because I had to. I flew to South Africa and we stopped in Senegal. I rode a horse into Lesotho. I floated from a plane to the ground in Mossel Baai. I took drunken taxi rides. I drove the Garden route to Cape Town with a charming boy and we stared at the ocean. I went in the ocean. Naked? Twice. I ran and I biked in South Africa. I spent 14 hours blind on a public bus. I moved to Nebraska. I road-tripped to Austin and back in a weekend and I flew to San Francisco to break up the monotony. I drove with 'The Douche' from Nebraska to New York City, then I took the train a couple times from New Jersey to New York. I New Years Eve’d at a pizza shop in Brooklyn. I came back home and I camped in the mountains of Colorado. I flew to Haiti. I rode in the back of a truck across Haiti. I ran in Haiti. I swam in the ocean in Haiti and I played soccer. I flew to Israel. I hiked across Israel. I swam in the ocean in Israel, twice. Naked? Once. I drove to Nashville to break up the monotony, and I wanted to dance. I slept in a car in St. Louis. I camped in the mountains of Colorado, again, and I did because the autumn is absolutely radiant.