What if you finally built a home that fit you, to find it one day violated?
What if you finally built a life to suit you, only to have it crumble?
When all you thought you were is stripped away, how do you find yourself once more?
Well, if you're Stephanie Wilson, you sell all your earthly possessions and set sail around the world for 115 days seeking answers. But big adventures often end with bigger questions, and sometimes truly finding yourself requires the courage to further surrender into the signs and synchronicities.
From big waves on the horizon, pregnant with seemingly endless possibility, to wooden benches in NYC parks portending gloom and despair, Stephanie's journey of divining the omens and learning how to trust her own quiet knowing, especially against the false sense of stability in the world around her, will resonate deeply with any reader who has ever had the scary and sinking feeling that there must be more to life—along with the will to find the answer.
Andy Frye, write for Rolling Stone and Forbes calls it, "a conjuring of Jack Kerouac with a smarter, more feminine tone. It's a good read for anyone who loves travel lit with a cozy and sometimes frightening look at post-modern life."