from?” he asked, trying to break the silence.
“Oh, here and there. I grew up in San Francisco, actually… but… well let’s just say I can’t really go back there,” she said, her brow suddenly contorting. She seemed to notice Shane looking at her and tried to smile again. “I’m kind of all over the place. I never stick around for too long, y’know?”
“So you’re a nomad?” he asked.
“I guess that’s a good way to put it. I just like to move , y’know. I think if you stay in one place for too long you die. Solvitur ambulando , you know that phrase? It means ‘it is solved by walking’.”
Shane tried out the phrase for himself. “I like it,” he said.
“Not many people get it,” she shrugged, “but all the oldest cultures, they walked in order to understand their place in things. There’s something… I dunno, innately human about walking. You learn a place, become connected to it. That’s why I keep moving.”
“What are you looking for?” he suddenly asked.
She seemed surprised by the question and he followed her gaze out the window again. She didn’t answer for several long moments. “I guess… I don’t really know, yet. But when I find it, I’ll know.”
He nodded, a bit surprised by her answer as well. Ironic , he thought, that he should meet someone like this. He hit the GPS to refresh. A sign for Port Angeles came up, informing him they were about seven miles from the city. Already he could see a faint orange aura in the sky, city-lights bleeding into the rain and atmosphere.
“What about you?” she responded, “what are you looking for?”
He laughed and shrugged and loosened his tie even more, pulling it off and stuffing it in the side pocket of his door. “I couldn’t say,” he said.
“You look like you’ve got your act pretty well together,” she said, grinning with pursed lips and motioning to his suit. He blushed.
“I’m an accountant. Not very glamorous,” he said. “To be honest, it’s really not all it’s cracked out to be. I’ve got a house, I’ve got this car, hell, I even have a pension, if you can believe that. But it’s funny.”
“What’s funny?” she asked.
“That I’m a bit jealous of you. I mean… you can just go anywhere. That’s pretty liberating.”
“Have you never just dropped everything and done something stupid and spontaneous?” she asked again quickly, turning around in her seat. She had an excited look on her face, like she was finally getting somewhere with him and didn’t want to lose its trail.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, like, I dunno. Like, me for instance. When I was eighteen, I just packed up this backpack and started hitching. I’ve been, oh man, I’ve been everywhere, you have no idea.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! From the top of Alaska to the Baja, from California to New York. I’ve been there, man. It’s just a matter of doing it, instead of just saying it.”
“How old are you anyway? Doesn’t your family miss you?”
That seemed to stop Lily and her face fell and she sat back down in her seat and scratched her forehead. “I’m twenty eight, if you must know. As for family,” she just made a waving motion with her hand as if to dismiss the question.
“So you’ve just been on the road for ten years?” he said, feeling more jealous, but also stupefied that she could have endured such a lifestyle. That it was even possible to live that kind of life in this day and age.
“I stop in places, get odd-jobs. But I don’t like to stay