Camping out in a parking lot. This has been my life at several different venture points. I could have taken this exact same picture sitting outside of "Gilman" on a Friday or Saturday night, or waiting for a bus or a train in Israel. All I need to go anywhere amidst the concrete jungle is a backpack and a sleeping bag. That backpack is a tiny portable apartment and the sleeping bag is the always present, movable bed. Home isn't a specific place anymore, it is where I decide to stop, breath and debrief.
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