• Journey of Fear

    Life in the RV4

    In the weeks before embarking on my Journey of Fear, it became apparent to me that everybody has a different definition for the term necessities of life. What will you eat? Where will you sleep? How will you earn money? Who will you talk to when you’re lonely? What if a bear attacks? These questions, including the last, are but a few of the multitude that I was asked by those nearest to me once I let others know what I was planning. To be honest, I didn’t have an answer for most of the questions I was asked – and that was the whole point. I left with the…

  • Pittsburgh Graveyard
    Journey of Fear

    A Healthy Alternative to Suicide

    I can pinpoint the specific moment in which I decided to embark on this trip. I was walking Chookie (the family dog) through the graveyard that lies next door to my parents’ home in Pittsburgh. As I looked at the gravestones that night, I can remember experiencing a very powerful, yet simple, thought: “I will be here soon.” Though to some this may sound like a very dark way to think, I would sincerely have to disagree – mostly because of my next thought. “I will be here soon. So nothing that happens while I’m on this earth actually matters in the least bit.” Again, this might sound utterly depressing,…

  • Journey of Fear

    The Transformation [Technical Details]

    Televisions, microwaves, and internet. I think that we can all agree that getting away from luxuries such as these every now and then would do us nothing but good. There was one luxury, however, that I was not prepared to leave behind when I began really thinking about this trip – running water. It was around this desire that I began to design my living space. How does one get a running water system into a Toyota RAV4? I spent hours sitting alone inside my parked car, trying to figure it out. I took every seat out, save for the driver’s seat, and then sat in it some more –…

  • Journey of Fear

    Why Am I Doing This Again?

    Photomatt28 / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND Mindsets can change quickly. After a month or so of earning money and working on the RV4, I began to come up with little excuses as to why I couldn’t leave Pittsburgh just yet. I didn’t have enough gas money to make it to Denver and back, I hadn’t finished installing my electrical system, my shower drain wasn’t working quite as well as I wanted it to – the list only continued to grow the longer I looked for reasons to wait. I had fallen far from the point in which I was at as I Walked Through the Graveyard in the month prior.…

  • Lessons on Fear

    Fear: Defined

    I feel it necessary to pause for a moment to explain my definitions for the words fear and love – partly because you’ll be seeing them frequently in this blog and should understand what I actually mean by them, and partly because my original post for today is far more personal than I’m accustomed to being…that’s right, I’m stalling tomorrow’s post because I’m afraid. But this post is vital for understanding my goal for this trip and the lesson’s I’ve been learning. Fear. You might understand it as the jumpy sensation you experience when you’re in a haunted house, or when you try something like this: While you’d obviously be…

  • Tantrums

    Happy Birthday!

    There’s a kid out there who’s hoping to do something that’s infinitely more impressive than simply driving across the U.S. What he’s attempting to do is to get on a plane, travel to some distant continent (I don’t think he even cares which one) and simply go, learning about the world one footstep at a time. And he’s only 18. Correction: today he turns 19. This kid’s one of the most impressive guys that I know. I’ve always looked up to him, even though he wasn’t taller than me until this past year. He thinks on a level that astounds me, observing the world and the people around him with…

  • Lessons on Fear

    From the Darkness

    I fell into a dark period during my first year out of college – one that I can only characterize by the word terror. Dazed and Confuzed I think that many recent grads are a bit traumatized by the sudden jolt that being handed a diploma can induce. But for me, it served as a sudden exposure to the grim truth of life: that there were no more rules, no more curriculums, and that nobody would be there to point me towards the individual path that I was supposed to take. I was terrified by the sudden realization that everything was now up to me. Oddly, they hadn’t offered any…