Sometimes life falls apart.

Sometimes it's worth running away; running to something, however, is far better. Inspired by the likes of Donald Miller, John Steinbeck, and Jack Kerouac, Tom Zuniga hit the road in his Mitsubishi Galant, criss-crossing the continent in search of home - an elusive 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.

For nearly a year, Tom's journey took him from the cities to the prairies, the mountains to the oceans, and solitary campouts to intentional community. Breaking from his safe Christian bubble, he came face-to-face with Mormons, ponytailed cult members, and a friendly nudist, reuniting with old classmates and campmates and meeting total strangers on Couchsurfing.

Somewhere along the course of 26,000 miles, Tom learned he's not as much of an introvert as previously thought. The longer he wandered, the more he pondered this notion of home. Perhaps true home couldn't be found this side of Eternity - or, perhaps it could.