Welcome to Justin's latest adventure. In this issue, we will explore the many fun and interesting experiences to be had while wandering aimlessly about the country on a scooter.

Our story starts some months back, with an impromptu trip to Portland for the Portland Lindy Exchange. Around 10:30 at night, I decided that I'd go. About half an hour later, we were on the road.

From there, my boss flew me out to New York City, to do a bit of work. About three weeks, to be exact.

Then to Sacramento. Which was pretty OK as well.

Somewhere in the middle of my month as a vagabond, I realized what a tentative concept 'home' is.

It was as if I didn't have a home. Sure I was paying rent. My clothes and everything had somewhere to live.

But why did it have to be that way? I work for a company based in Connecticut. And I live almost all the way across the country. I have very few commitments, nothing other than the ties of acquaintances to keep me in one place over another. But I have friends everywhere.

So what was keeping me in one place? I couldn't figure it out.

I decided to leave.