A couple of weeks ago I was on my way home. I was heading to my front door and grabbed my keys out of my pocket.
A keychain was holding together a bunch of keys that belonged to different places.
Each of them was a part of my life. Three keys belonged to my apartment where I lived the last four months.
One to my car my sister is driving now.
One to my old workplace and a key to both my parents their place.
As I walked out the door this morning not a single key belonged to me anymore and I was heading to the airport with an empty pocket ready to be filled with Polaroid pictures, festival stubs and a travel passport.
I am doing it again.
50 days of travel curiosity across North America.
These are my 50 Days of Summer