Over the course of three months, I travelled alone from the East Coast, New York specifically, down to the tip of Florida in Miami, and then traversed through the South to eventually end up in the idyllic Pacific North West, in the Seattle area.

This was, and still definitely is, a passion piece. I tried to write about what I saw, how I felt and the people I met. It’s a sort of rolling project – I still love to write parts of it when I get a chance. It was intentionally avoiding of more conventional blog type posts – it was a personal, long-form bit of writing.

To that end, I’ve tried to maintain a theme throughout, namely, asking if there is any genuine relation, other than geography alone (which it becomes evident is insufficient, due simply to the vastness of their great country) that connects the people that live there. My thoughts lean towards an implicit fraternal connection through ideology. If and when it becomes a finished and hopefully publishable piece, the suggestion I make is that of thinking – I think being an American is a way of thinking, a way of believing even, but that’s a discussion for another time.

What this does mean, however, is I can (I think) write far longer, more verbose pieces of content, as well tight, headline-length copy. At this stage, it is more of a self-promoting show of writing skill than it is a million dollar idea. I’m sure I could dig out the journal if you’re interested, though.