“If a man does not keep pace with his companions…perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears however measured or far away.”

This quote has been staring down at me from its perch on the wall of my grandparents cabin for as long as I can remember. It has always been there. The embroidered, framed cloth within the old black plastic picture frame. Now as I approach our departure date for our trip, it words speak stronger to me now than I have ever cared to notice. The words have always been there yet I had forgotten them over the course of the last five or so years since the last time I was up here at our northern Wisconsin cabin. On the quick approaching eve of my 25th birthday as I make all the last minute preparations for South America and decompress after a year of working in newspapers, it’s as if those words have finally soaked in. I look upon them now with a clear conscious and under a new light. Six days until we depart. Crank up the drums. -M



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