I just travel the world with my backpack and my cameras and a bunch of Clif bars.

The rite of passage of learning to build a fire that will burn all night with one match is not an insignificant one in my husband's family and I grew up camping and backpacking. I love to camp.

There is a part of me that still wants to go out and grab a backpack and unplug - not take a cellphone or even a camera and just get out there and experience the world and travel. I have yet to do that but someday I hope.

So I'm more at home with my backpack sleeping in a hotel room or on a bus or on an airplane than I am necessarily on a bed. It's weird being here. It feels like I'm standing next to my real life.

There was a great complexity to my father. He was a devoted family man. But in the same breath he simply was not suited to an anchored life. He should have been somebody who had a backpack an old map a bit of change in his pocket and that was it - roaming the world.