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Butt Naked Travels


By Stephanie Martin

-I see the highway as a hallway. I have a room at either end, one at school in Abilene, TX , one in my parent’s house in Cheyenne, WY, but I’ve come to wonder if either of them is really mine. There is something about leaving home that makes it so you don’t really belong anywhere anymore. I suppose I belong on the road, maybe I’m only at home where I’m a stranger.

1381670_10201482616461216_1429436693_nMyjourney starts in Abilene. I leave a cozy, if somewhat strange room: a garage, door closed, laced with lights and warmed by a space heater. A quick stop at my grandmother’s house, then my grandad’s, before finally, on the third day, my trip really begins. It takes approximately twelve hours to get from my grandad’s house in Lubbock, TX to my childhood home in Cheyenne. The first two days of…

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