Someone is always in the way

“Someone is always in the way.”

That was my predominant thought after living in Alaska, and then moving back to the Lower-48.

In Alaska you can go to a lot of places and find solitude, and when you go to the grocery store it isn’t crowded, but as soon as I came back to the Lower-48 I constantly found that someone was always in my way, standing in front of me, at the grocery store, at the post office, in the Rocky Mountain National Park, wherever.