This was supposed to be the story of a girl who was given a map and a specific destination. Fueled by Diet Coke and Hawaiian rolls, she tore out of the driveway, dropped the top back, and drove wide-eyed into the life expected...

Yeah, right.

The Diet Coke spilled onto the map and ruined it, the drop top never went back up again, and the Hawaiian rolls? Well, nothing good can come from eating that shit.

This is the story of all the detours, back roads, intersections, and interceptions along the journey to where she THOUGHT she was going...

Because when the destination is "you", you never really arrive. You always remain on the road...