In March of 2011, I took a transfer from my NOC gig to another NOC gig on the opposite coast. I packed my shit into a battered red pickup truck and drove from the East Coast to the West Coast. I haven't stopped moving since.
This is the story of that ongoing journey east to west, north to south, from DC, through the heartland of America, to the San Francisco Bay, to Oregon, to Washington, to Brazil and through many airports. The places may change, but the truck remains the same, as does the aim.
One girl. One pickup truck. An ongoing coming of age.