What begins as an escape slowly becomes a search for meaning.
When I walked away from home, I carried nothing certain with me—no plans, no map, just a restless heart and a need to find my own place in the world. On the road, I met Riley, a girl whose laughter hides her scars, whose paintbrush once told stories she’d forgotten how to share. Together, we stumbled through cities and train rides, winning lottery tickets, sharing one room apartments, facing nights of fear and mornings of hope.

Through her, I discovered courage. Through me, she rediscovered dreams.
She pushed me to see that my photography was more than a hobby, while I reminded her that her art was worth showing the world. Somewhere between the long walks, the unexpected hugs, the fights, the promises, and the quiet reassurances—we became more than travel companions.

But life isn’t a straight road. Family ties, financial struggles, unexpected opportunities, and the distance that sometimes stretches between us test what we’ve built. Still, with every choice and every chapter, one truth remains: this isn’t just a journey through cities—it’s the journey of who we are, who we’re becoming, and the love we’re still learning how to name.

Journey of My Life is a story about two souls finding their way, proving that sometimes the greatest destination isn’t a place—it’s a person.

"Sometimes the people we meet by accident become the ones who change everything."


We were on our second refill of bitter diner coffee when Riley suddenly jolted upright, knocking her knee against the table.


"Oh my God," she gasped, checking her cracked phone screen. "I have an interview in—"


She paused. "—literally half an hour."


She jumped up, pulling her hoodie straight, tucking her hair behind her ears like it would help her look more professional.


"Hey," I said before she could rush out the door. "Good luck."


She glanced back with a grin, eyes alive again.


"Thanks, Noah. This was… surprisingly nice."


"Give me your number. Just in case you end up famous or something."


We both laughed.We exchanged numbers quickly, her fingers moving fast as she backed toward the door.


"I'll text you," she called. "If I don't get the job, we cry together later."


Then she was gone, swallowed by the city again.


That night, the sky outside looked like bruised velvet.


I sat on the edge of a broken bench near the station,


For some reason, I pulled out my phone.


I stared at the screen, thumb hovering over "send."


Three minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen.


Just as I was about to put the phone away, it lit up.


"Start tomorrow. Training shift. It's nothing glamorous but it's money and it's MINE."


"Listen. They're hiring one more person."


"If you want... I can put your name in. It's basic stuff. Cleaning, restocking. But it's something."


I stared at the screen, not breathing for a second.


[Riley]: "Do I seem like the type to joke about jobs and free coffee?"


[Riley]: "Be there tomorrow at 10. Wear literally anything


[Riley]: "Also… bring that sad little half-smile of yours.


Chapter 6 - CHAP # 6 : THE INTERVIEW AND THE MESSAGE