I love your wanderlust, you fearless thing.
God, how crazy you were. That moment you stood up in the middle of English 101 to the astonishment of your classmates. When the professor asked what you were doing and you hitched up your backpack and said, "Going to see the country." Their faces!
I know you've doubted dropping out of college - and all that it cost you - but baby girl, it wasn't a mistake. You've lived a life few get to. You've seen things most people only dream of.
You always blamed it on Steinbeck, but Morgan, wandering is in your blood. You come from equally fearless forebears, a bold mix of freedom seekers.
So you built a life that could move on a whim. North Carolina? Sure. Arizona? Done. Maryland? Bring it on. The Greyhound bus was your sailing ship and though you didn't have the wheel, you were still the captain.
Your thrill at prairie storms and starlit roads ... your delight in meeting people from across America ... these are some of the best parts of you.