You Can’t Step In The Same River Twice
Eleven hundred some odd miles later I am parked at a desk in a hotel where I am wrestling with a glitcyh internet connection so the picture that is supposed to be on this page isn’t there.
With a bit of luck the words that I wish to share with you will make it and I won’t go screaming down the hallway begging for tech support to tell me again that the connection is fine and the problem is solely on my end.
Nor will you hear me politely ask them to help me figure out where the problem is on my end so that I can correct it. And of course you won’t hear me grumble about paying for a free high speed connection either.o
Four States Later
After two days of driving I have driven through three states and ended up in the fourth one where I am on my way to my destination. Call me superstitious but I prefer not to use the phrase final destination.
I decided not to book any hotels for the first two nights so that I could have the flexibility of driving for as long or as short as I felt like. What I didn’t realize was that at 10 PM the desert would be pitch black and I would be exhausted.
Blame it on my truly believing I am still 25 and capable of doing all that I could physically do then without consequence.
Anyhoo I drove through the parking lots of several cheap motels and decided I didn’t like the characters in the lot and drove a bit longer until I came upon another and said screw it, I am too tired.
Booked my room and staggered up two flights of stairs where I discovered that a clean room can still be too warm and too close to the train tracks.
Not Quite Home
Now I am sitting at the desk thinking about the drive tomorrow. I am about four hours or so away from my new home, or maybe it is more accurate to say my new home city. That is because I don’t have a place yet.
All I have is a hotel that I’ll use to hang my hat for a while until I locate a suitable place to live.
It is both exciting and aggravating.
Twenty years ago I could go anywhere and do anything without concern about the consequences because it was just me. Now there are others and the most important are little so I have to pay more attention to what is good for them.
This is not a bad thing, but it does make the choice a bit harder because it is easier for me to adjust on the fly. I don’t have to worry about picking a good school for me.
About That River
I don’t remember where I first heard the comment about not being able to step in the same river twice but I have always liked it and it feels especially apt right now. Regardless of how things work out now when I go back home it will never be the same place.
That is not a good thing or a bad thing, it is just a thing. It is just an acknowledgment that things will look and feel different. Maybe I’ll miss them more or maybe I’ll see flaws I never noticed
What is interesting to me is this feeling I have of having been through some sort of time warp. The truth is that I have been on the road for just two days, that is it.
It is not particularly long, but because of all of the driving it feels like I have been gone much longer than I have.
And I suppose that because I do so much writing it was impossible not to notice that I didn’t do any at all yesterday. There was no writing of any sort nor any use of the computer.
Aside from a few emails and text messages sent from my phone, I was almost completely disconnected.
One Last Thing
Although I have driven across the US several times I often forget just how big it is and how much empty land there is.
It is amazing to see miles of empty spaces and to think about how crowded other spaces are. Wonder if things will stay that way.