I get this question a lot, so here’s my honest answer.

(I haven’t done this yet, but plan to. I listened to that Odysssey audiobook in two days of walking around Port Meadow, Oxford, and have been yearning to listen again.)

Imagine you’re a ghost. You drift through the world but nobody sees you. You’re disconnected.

I was dating for the first time, after a six year long relationship.

Sofia was my first big love. We met at 21, when we were both in the circus. She opened me up, and taught me how to be honest. I was absolutely certain that I was going to spend the rest of my life with her.

This is a real question. I don’t know the answer and I’m curious.

I was 36, and had been living in Portland for two years. I saw an amazing house for sale — really amazing — stunning design, ideal location on the edge of the city, and its backyard was the start of a huge state park. I had a visceral reaction.

I’m going for the double meaning of “get me” that also means “understand me”.