Up early, after the phone rang from family on the east coast this morning. On Friday I head to Maine for a month, the first of many stays that will eventually transition into trips to Seattle to visit, rather than the other way around.

Big changes, whose outline I knew before I rode into the deeps of Alaska and Canada. They’re more defined now, and the shape slowly seeps out for others to see.

Mom stirs in her tent, half awake, and smile in back of my Suburban. After 20 days on the road, setting up a tent isn’t fun and the back of the truck is conveniently dry. It also carries meaning, as I look forward to seeing Kate and building a relationship together, the truck reminds me of those past.

So much is changing, as my reevaluated priorities take form from action. Nobody is up to date at any one time. Much else is unknown and insecure, and I suppose that it always is so it is worth accepting this.

Have I not been writing because I’ve been busy? Has Kate received that energy like Z or M once did? Perhaps with so much change, I’m feeling out what I want, and acting on it, without much idle reflection in the middle.

Moving forward, and I’ll look around at what remains when I get there.