Sometimes life falls apart. Sometimes it's worth running away; running to something, however, is far better. Inspired by the likes of Donald Miller and John Steinbeck, Tom Zuniga hit the road in his Mitsubishi Galant, criss-crossing the continent for nearly a year, fleeing a crumbling life in southern California in search of "home" -- an illusive concept unrealized since his youth. After publishing his first book of "messy memoirs," Tom received countless emails from readers around the world saying two things: "me too" and "come visit." He set out to meet as many of his readers as possible, and as he traveled he heard similar stories of loss, longing, and wrestling with issues of faith and sexuality. Born and raised in a Christian bubble, Tom came face-to-face with Mormons, ponytailed cult members, and a Canadian nudist. He reunited with old classmates and campmates and stayed with total strangers on Couchsurfing. Somewhere along the course of 26,000 miles, he learned he's not as much of an introvert as previously thought. Tom's travels took him from America to Canada, the cities to the prairies, the mountains to the oceans, and camping in solitude to intentional community. The longer he wandered, the more he pondered and sought out this concept of "home. "Perhaps true home couldn't be found this side of Eternity; or, perhaps it could.
