ER fears began to diminish as she headed down to Florida, where
she hit her three-week mark. The now-confident Roman thought to
herself, “Okay, I’ve hit three weeks, maybe I could just keep going.”
She headed west, traveling along the Gulf Coast, getting stuck in
the sand in a Louisiana bayou, and falling in love with Texas.
One night while camping deep in the woods of Texas, she received a text from
the owners of the Wilmington house in which she had been keeping the last of her
worldly possessions. They told her they were renting out the house and she needed
to remove her belongings.
“From that point on, it changed the gravity of my little three-week trip,” she says.
“The van was not just my little travel rig; it was now my home.”
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