It was ten years ago today, June 12th of 2016, that I packed up the bare essentials in my car (clothes, Bible, computer, my dog's belongings, the iPad Pro, a Boy Scout pocketknife, and a black cast-iron skillet), and then my dachshund Tammy and I left Reidsville and set out into the unknown.
I didn't know what our final destination was going to be. The entire enterprise was predicated on the notion that God was going to lead me along the way, to wherever it was that He needed us.
The only reason we went west at all is because Ed, my best friend since college, invited me to join him for a special screening of the original Ghostbusters in Asheville. Here we are, note that Ed is wearing his customized film-quality Ghostbusters uniform:
That's how it began: the year-long adventure across America for my dog and I, looking for a new home.
As I've shared in my book Keeping the Tryst, sometimes I feel like the journey isn't finished. A full decade later and there's a sense that I'm still not where I'm supposed to be, despite all the good that's happened along the way (writing, being a mental health professional, getting back into filmmaking etc.). I'm waiting for something. What that is, God will reveal in His timing. I'm not ready to declare the odyssey completed yet.
The saga continues.
That morning, about 9 a.m., we left the hotel where we had been staying in Reidsville. A few minutes later, as the car got onto US 158 headed west, I started playing a song from my iPad. My favorite bit of music from the television series The Walking Dead. It set the mood perfectly as we embarked on our journey.
Here is "Blackbird Song" by Lee DeWyze.
Maybe ten years from today there will be more to report. I like to believe so anyway.
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