This day three years ago I broke my tooth. A few hours later, I boarded a ferry to Connecticut. It was my first state. Today I am boarding a plane. It is my last state. 42,000 miles so far in mom’s car. 151 hosts homes to date. And about to hit 50 states. I was thinking all morning how to express my current feelings as I take off...but nothing I was coming up with seemed to capture how I actually felt. And then I stopped to grab a water before boarding my flight, and the woman asked if I wanted to donate to the troops. The options were either a snack or a 60 minute call home. I thought for a second since the call was a bit more expensive, and then handed her the money. A call home. Just hearing her say the words suddenly made me feel all of the things I wasn’t feeling due to exhaustion all morning. Home. Home. Home. I am almost home. #threeyearslater #aloha #hawaii #roadtripusa ✨#herestohope ✌🏻#ONEMORESTATETOGO ! (at Syracuse Hancock International Airport) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4MxbEoHIll/?igshid=vvdxdwcaxm6j














