tonight is a night of missing things. 

i miss traveling so much.

it’s so hard to explain..

this is how i explained it to a friend.

“theirs nothing like it. i’m not even sure how to explain it.

hitch hiking, train hopping, whatever you’re doing. 

broke, hungry, tired, nothing but whatevers in your pack.

it’s freeing, humbling, incredible, awful..

every emotion mixed up and unrecognizable.

it’s the hardest thing in the world to do,

but once you learn how it’s the easiest thing you’ll ever do.

you just…. go. and once you start you take a big breath

and everything goes away. it’s amazing.”

i miss it so much.

i miss not knowing were i’m headed.

i miss not caring.

i miss sleeping on the side of the road and under over passes.

i miss busking on the side of a street corner.

i miss meeting people and exchanging stories.

i miss trading cigarettes for food and floss.

i miss sitting in another state in a city i don’t know the name of and watching the sunrise waiting for my next ride.

i miss setting camp up and being warm in a sleeping bag patching a hole or sewing a tear in my jeans.

i miss taking my boots off before falling asleep and stuffing all my important things inside of them.

i miss digging through dumpsters and getting stoked about a pizza that’s still warm or a box of chips or a crate of fruit that’s still good.

i miss sitting with the homeless and rolling cigarettes in a park in the morning at a breakfast line and talking about were we came from and were we’re headed.

i miss it all.

the really good runs where you get hours from where you started  

and the endless tiring sleepless nights with no food and getting run out of truck stops.