When I was 22 years old, I moved from California to Boston by riding a greyhound bus. I gave away all my belongings (my music, my books, my art) because I was only taking 3 bags with me. As a result, I have none of the art I created during those earlier years. Luckily, one of my college girlfriends has kept one of the paintings I gave her and a few days ago she took a photo. Blast from the past!