On a spur of spontaneity, I went on a road trip with three friends to Portland, Maine. There was no real meaning behind it besides perhaps to escape the city and spend some time away from responsibility. But looking back, I think it raised a lot of questions for me.
I had just recently graduated in May and spent my whole life finding categories that I could place myself in like my major, extracurricular clubs, or organizations. With an end to another large chapter of my life, I found myself again trying to shed these labels or categories to feel myself in my own skin. In a way, this trip was just that: a rebellious “screw it” to conventionality like finding a job to settle in right away.
At the same time, the trip provided a challenge for me to document and create something that I could carry out after I would return. Without an idea nor concept, I simply pressed record with the trust that whatever came out would genuinely portray the time my friends and I had together on this getaway.
By the end of this journey, I had come back with four videos, a satisfied hunger for lobster, and the realization that: though chapters of your life may seem to begin and end, your journey never really does stop because you always are evolving and moving, like one long road trip.