This book and this story has so much tethered to it, it’s hard for me to find the words. Through the journey that takes place within the pages I discovered so much, and learned a lot about myself. I never thought I could be a writer, but I took a real adventure, one I'd always wanted to go on, so I knew I had to tell the tale; my story. Through this book I introduced myself to the world.

I felt like I'd accomplished something unbelievable. In my mind, I wasn't just the average nobody anymore; I became a traveler, and I made it from coast to coast. The Odyssey made me believe in myself like I never had before, but I felt broken all over again at the end of the journey. I felt like I gained it all, but lost it all the same. I believed I failed in my quest for True love because at the end of the road I was still all alone.

I cried a lot while writing this book. I was reliving the journey, but I was still stuck in the same place; without a rhyme or reason to follow. The story had a very sad and somber tone at first, I knew I had to add a layer of humor to it. That’s where I made my first mistake.

I didn’t have the reader in mind with a lot of the things that I wrote. I was trying to make myself laugh by making fun of myself. That’s the only way I could get through the story. There was too much pain there, bleeding out onto the pages, so I figured painting myself as a roguish Casanova would make it all more appealing to others. I was wrong.

It stole from the heart of the story, and what I was really trying to get across. I wanted to relay to the world things I’d never discussed with anyone before. I’d never talked about the tragedy that had happened with my father. This story was a way of releasing what had happened and my true intention for the tale was to immortalize the love that I will always carry for my dad.

I get why some people hated it, I really do, but the context of the love I expressed within the pages was true. I wish I would’ve framed it better, but I’m done with this book. The flashbacks with him, my father, I can’t relive, but this book still stands. I keep it in the wind because it’s a book that I dedicated to him.