Following graduation from college, and facing the very real possibility of having to transition toward the mundane expectations of a twenty-two year old with a bachelors degree and a narrowing career path, I quickly became aware of the illusion of freedom embodied by adult life. After all the pomp and circumstance and the eventual conference of the summation of four years of education onto a eggshell white, 8x11 piece of paper, my college years ended with a fizzle, not a bang. So when I returned back to my dorm room, and finished packing up the remaining tangible reminders of my scholarly life, I found myself staring at only 4 articles of luggage-my life in a nutshell. Was this the abridgment of my college life, or was it a testament to its incongruity? What more did I have to show for my trials and tribulations? 

After contemplating these questions for the greater part of the last night spent in my dorm room, I landed on this: The ease and familiarity of this mobile lifestyle was a product of my identity and signaled one overwhelming truth that shook me to the core-I was destined for a life of flux. Once again, it was time to get lost.