It was the day before my 29th birthday. Last minute I decided to go to Detroit.
When you are in the perfection of the moment nothing has to make sense nothing really matters.
Day 31: We're not in summer any more
The Other Detroit
I've been 'home' for three months now, but it still doesn't feel like home. I can't wait to go back.
The day I fell while running was full of blue sky and sunshine.