Genesis

5:07am. A cup of coffee and a look around. Everything's packed and ready to go. Some bumps along the way in recent days, but I'm done looking back. The time has come to look forward until that "Portland - This Exit" sign comes in to view.

I've got some clothes, some hopes, a guitar, and a prayer. It sounds like the American dream. It feels like something else. My heart is heavy. I'm going to miss my Mom, my sisters, my dog, my friends, and the greatest place on Earth(Ogden canyon).

But I can't stay. The Ghost of Sorrow is here. It visits me every time I pass a place where there are memories of 'her'. Can it follow me 600 miles? That's what I'm about to find out.