I felt as uneasy as the tide that tossed our small vessel. There were probably a thousand different questions bouncing around in my head, with no definite answers of what this next step in my life would look like. To the point that I looked at Mary and asked her to jump in the water with me. We leaped from the boat. Sea salt stung my eyes and the chill of the Pacific was numbing. But after a few seconds you could acclimate to temperature, and it became pretty pleasant floating with the current.
We splashed, laughed, and let ourselves get tossed in the waves as we watched the sun paint the sky in vibrant color.
The year following college had no shortage of spontaneous "leaps". It always stung and seemed daunting, but it was through these moments I was able to rediscover my love of storytelling. Particularly through an old passion and new passion: photography and writing . And that current, my current, would eventually lead me back home: Jackson, Wyoming. Coming back to the PNW—I guess it felt like coming full circle. Seeing these familiar landscapes, sunsets, and faces reminded me of what the journey the past few months had been—and that this is only the beginning.