Over the span of a decade, we’ve gone everywhere and done almost everything that two people could do together.

We’ve traveled across twelve states-

Buying matching earrings in South Dakota,
Being educated by indigenous elders in Montana,
Balancing on risqué edges in Washington for beautiful views and photos.

In Florida, I watched you step in to the ocean for the first time, only two days after you had first utilized air travel.

And I could never forget the way that UV index and saltwater air made your spirit lighter than I had ever seen.

Snowy, winding roads in Idaho,
Unnerving stops for gas in so many middles of nowhere,
All of the places that caused you to say out loud “Now THIS is where I would be happy,”,
And all of the time we spent imaging our lives sprinkled across I-90 and I-94,
Laughing with our hands held high out of the windows,
Blasting music,
Or eating pizza in the trunk while parked at a random CVS.

For the longest time, you were my main and favorite travel buddy,
going all over and back,
And it’s crazy that I can’t even tell you about the adventures I’ve had of my own lately.



All the places we’ve gone together and now I don’t even know where in the world you are.