Steam boat, Union, Ebey, Gages.
No worse for wear, I've driven twelve-hundred and sixty miles since Wednesday.
I've a few rather important decisions to make. I don't know that I'm prepared to make them, the hypotheticals are daunting, the realities vague. I may not fare well but I’ll see it though none the less. It seems all this time on the road would have given me more time to till it all over in my head, but I spent most of the time fighting sleep and occasionally losing, then being jolted awake by the ridges in the shoulder of the highway.
I managed to push through sleep, at times taking naps in the parking lots of random towns, during the awkward times of day when you're not sure if you should call it morning or evening weather you should go by feeling or fact.
“I couldn’t say if it was late or early.”
I remember thinking I didn’t have a home, a real home, in Bellingham. It’s funny to think that now, as I slink from couch to couch; it’s a good life though. I’ve enjoyed seeing old faces. I haven’t seen so many different people in so long, it’s refreshing but even now there is so much change to come. Nothing is solid just yet but that’s fine, I’ll fare with what sail width I have and only worry about rowing when conditions are clear, for just now I’ll let the current take me, unassailable.
I've a few rather important decisions to make. I don't know that I'm prepared to make them, the hypotheticals are daunting, the realities vague. I may not fare well but I’ll see it though none the less. It seems all this time on the road would have given me more time to till it all over in my head, but I spent most of the time fighting sleep and occasionally losing, then being jolted awake by the ridges in the shoulder of the highway.
I managed to push through sleep, at times taking naps in the parking lots of random towns, during the awkward times of day when you're not sure if you should call it morning or evening weather you should go by feeling or fact.
“I couldn’t say if it was late or early.”
I remember thinking I didn’t have a home, a real home, in Bellingham. It’s funny to think that now, as I slink from couch to couch; it’s a good life though. I’ve enjoyed seeing old faces. I haven’t seen so many different people in so long, it’s refreshing but even now there is so much change to come. Nothing is solid just yet but that’s fine, I’ll fare with what sail width I have and only worry about rowing when conditions are clear, for just now I’ll let the current take me, unassailable.