Where am I? It’s not as simple and straight-forward of a question as it may seem. I know where I am geographically, more or less, and when there’s doubt, my phone can tell me. But my phone doesn’t know where I am mentally, emotionally, or spiritually. Maybe there’s an app for that, but if there is, I don’t want to know about it. I want to be able to decide for myself where I am, where I’m going, and where I want to be. I realized a long time ago that I don’t usually get to go where I want to go geographically. I go wherever my life happens to take me. But on the inside. I always get to decide where I’m going to go on the inside. On the inside, my heart has been lost at sea. I first lost my bearings when my father chose to leave our family. Then, a decade later, I jumped overboard when I was told that I didn’t get to have the life I wanted to have. My dream died and was buried at sea. I chased after it anyway. I’ve been adrift ever since, following the hero’s journey in my personal Odyssey: cyclopes, sirens, lotus land, and all.