A letter from an optimist.

I finally found excitement in where I live. Walking was stepping into a new world, every day.

and why you should never get one.

That is a special sort of pride to be able to sing just after completely soiling your pants.

How living in a snowed-in van helped me find my way.

I was given the introspection I needed to adapt into who I truly needed to be, free of expectation and doubt.

'it is magic that runs the airways.'

'It is an endless afternoon in the land without seasons.'

Sometimes all you need is to drive with the windows down.