I’ve never flown but I traveled a lot. I work odd jobs, mainly in construction. And when I have enough money, I dash out, to Eastern Europe. Then I buy myself a bunch of film and I’m off. There is always a marshrutka with your destination on it, or a cast-iron, Soviet produced train, calmly crushing through mountains, taigas, steppes. I am a slow traveler. I stay for weeks on end. I stay way past a cheerful goodbye, into a poignant ‘so long’. I get to know people and places. Sometimes better than I wish for, but sometimes not good enough and then I want to go back. What makes me leave is a desire for freedom and that freedom lasts until the money lasts. Depletion compels me to return home. Ultimately home is where the next job is, where money is to be made, home is from where the next adventure starts. My heart is all over the place.