A Song For The Solitary Traveler

Notes from the road

Increasingly the last few years have been more transient, toggling back and forth between Los Angeles and Mexico. It wasn’t exactly intentional to live this way but over the years my life has quietly cleaved into two not so clean halves : cooking in Los Angeles and writing in Mexico. Looking back, this lifestyle seems more like a subconscious eventuality than a choice.

I’ve always traveled alone. It started as a birthday tradition–a solo road trip to Death Valley or a long drive up the coast. I like that in-between space of travel, neither here nor there, just moving. It’s the closest thing to meditation for me and like all meditations I need to approach it alone.