The rules are simple: don’t get in anyone’s way and try to look good while doing it.

The warehouse off Williamsburg Blvd mimics many of the same buildings near the Richmond International Airport. But on Wednesday night, when many of the local businesses have locked the doors and shut off the lights, the parking lot of the roller skating rink is anything but empty.

I moved to Richmond, Virginia just as the summer leaves began to fall from the trees. The change of the seasons reflected back my own: a move from one city to another for a new job. All with the hope of a new adventure. But when the day erodes the working hours to night, the thrill of adventure wears off and the loneliness feels all the sharper.

Full story and photos featured in RVAMAG:

STARTING OVER AT THE LOCAL ROLLER RINK

[taken at Rollerdome & Ashland Skateland--project and photos are not done in collaboration with either location]