For two years I wandered. First across the country by train, then up and down the Pacific Coast, and finally across the Atlantic back to Europe, where my adventure began nearly 20 years ago. The unstructured days of my new life gave me the freedom I was searching for, the freedom to slow my pace and focus my thoughts on the people and places that brought me to this point in my life. I gave my past the time to catch up with my present. And I thought: The past is just a goodbye unless it’s redeemed by words on paper, a figment of my imagination unless my imagination makes it real and permanent, makes it impossible to say goodbye. I began to write.
– Christopher Troy