My Tabula Rasa

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>>Not really a comic, just a bunch of images to write a fanfiction to

My story revolves around a ‘broken’ zenyatta who saves a sparrow (Genji) and they spend time together but his ‘sickness’ gets worse and he shuts down.

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Be reborn. |  Overwatch Halloween Terror 2019 begins October 15. 

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By cfunk44

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Photo by Rich Kern

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Since moving into our van, everything has changed.

I don’t just mean we live more minimally, that we own less stuff and shower outdoors. I mean that since we moved into a van, our lives have been a series of life-changing events and moments that would shape us into who we are and where we are today. Our direction in this world is constantly changing, not marked on any signpost or scribbled on any map. And in this world, where we’ve come from is just as important as where we’re going.

In life you choose which road you’re on; you can take the smooth roads, the long roads, the never-ending highways, but they’re a bit, well, boring. Or you can take the bumpy roads, the dirt tracks, the ones that shake your van apart and rattle your bones so fiercely you don’t know if you’ll make it to the end. These are the challenging ones, those that some of us choose and some of us end up on incidentally, but either way the outcome is the same; it’s how you take the challenges, how you handle the bumps, that defines you. There are no wrong turns, no misdirections. Maps are arbitrary when fate is there to guide you.

It would be impossible to pick a single moment when our lives changed for good, when every adventure is another thread in the tapestry. Gradually our lives without motion became unsatisfying; our souls began to crave the stimulation of adventure, of constant movement, of a life on the road. The difficulties, the impossibilities, roads too steep to climb and nights too cold to bear. These are the the very quintessence of life, whether we take these challenges as a gift or a curse, and they are the rubber on our wheels and the fuel in our tank as we roll…

Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍

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| Dreams & Magic |

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[fromrusttoroadtrip]

“Travelling” is a hard word to define, even harder to explain, to someone who has never done it before. The connotation of “travelling” is usually confined to gap year students and radical penniless drifters, something that you just do once in your life and move on from.

But travelling isn’t just a fad; it’s a lifestyle, a way of life, and to simply tell somebody you’ve “been travelling” is like to try and write a novel on a postage stamp, or to peer into the vast depths of the ocean through a tiny brass porthole. Yes, travelling is the most basic element of what we do, but trying to confine the past two years of your life into one sentence is frankly impossible.

“How was it? Did you have a good time?”

How can we even begin to answer that question, to explain the highs and lows and the stressful days and the difficult times and the euphoric moments and the joy of meeting like-minded people and the sweet taste of beers around a campfire or the dozens of sunsets we witnessed which all blur into one patchwork in our minds. To explain the cultures we experienced and the countries we lived through the eyes of locals and the sweet sweet sound of utter aloneness save for the rustling of fir trees and the imposing presence of tall, snowy peaks looming over you in the dark. The sense of hard-worn satisfaction at another challenge overcome or broken part repaired, another hard day on the road at its end. There were good times, but there were sure as hell some tricky ones too.

It was not a holiday, it was not a break from the real world: this is our world. The van is our shelter, the land the only map we need, the stars our only companions and the dirt tracks we call our home.

Even now with these words we cannot describe what travelling is or what it means, this mythical, magical realm where connections are made by chance encounters and bonds are forged by shared experiences. Where a perpetually changing horizon is the norm and we ride networks of roads like the blood surges through our arteries and veins.

#Follow the hashtag #Fromrusttoroadtrip to follow our van conversion project and our travels around Europe! 🌍 

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