Monthly Archives: July 2010
I seriously slacked on updating while traveling. I was trying to be in the moment without too much reflection or overthinking. Of course, I then never got back on track at the end.
I made my way as a passenger for once. Which was very strange for myself. Always the captain of his own ship, I was forced to take second seat with minimal influence on direction and outcome. It was oddly relaxing for a change. And the trip overall was supremely enjoyable. Under various influences and with assorted drivers, I made my way through some repeat locales and into some new adventures. A whole section of wild and wooly America I hadn’t seen yet.
It was, as always, incredible and overwhelming.
I continue to be impressed and awestruck and absolutely infatuated with what the country holds in its breast.
The people and places, sights and sounds.
The vistas and creature-scapes.
Friends and foes.
I’m always asked why I’ve yet to travel overseas. It’s not for lack of interest or fear of foreign lands.
I just haven’t run out of things I want to drive to yet.
Pictures are primarily from my phone because I’m the idiot who didn’t pack a camera.
I’m notoriously horrible at keeping in touch. A family trait passed down on my father’s side, I’m prone to losing weeks and months to passing time, forgetting to hit reply or pen responses. I lose track of dates and times, faces and responsibilities. I don’t know if it is some self-absorbed, selfish absentmindedness or the result of some genetic absence nurtured by a father’s tendency to slip away and not call for months at a time.
Or I’m just an idiot.
Neither/nor, I’ve allowed this flaw to affect my writings here and as well as my everything everywhere else. I allow something to lapse long enough that the idea of resuming, returning, contacting becomes fraught with anxiety and fear. Nonsense? Yes, absolutely.
But I also find panic, confusion and fear under fluorescent lights amid aisles of colors, cans and bottles.
Enough excuses and mealy mouthed rationales.
I’m attempting to re-inhabit my moments, exist in my here and now.
So, onto the heres and nows.