I'm sitting patiently at an Apple computer store, writing to announce that both my laptop and digital camera have decided to fail me. I've spent the last six hours of my life driving to Best Buys and computer stores around New York, attempting to solve my dilemma. Keep your fingers crossed for me, otherwise I may be the only one who knows what I'm up to for a while. If you don't see a new post for a couple days, please don't lose faith or interest. I will make it up to you.
On a brighter note, I'm leaving New York in the morning in search of new thrills. I believe New York City is a town that could not be fully explored in a lifetime, but I'm also curious to see what else is out there. I have a few ideas in mind for the next step (although I hate to plan), but I think I'll keep them to myself for now, especially since ideas that don't work out the way they were supposed to often make for the best adventures. So chapter two is about to begin. Stay tuned.
I want to say thank you to all the people who showed me an amazing time in New York City and Washington D.C. A special thanks to Tommy, Christina and the Luckert family for letting me take over their living room (temporarily renamed "my bedroom") for a couple weeks. Hopefully the indentation I made while sleeping on the couch will act as a permanent reminder of my time here.
Meeting some great people I'm certain to keep in contact with (you know who you are) and catching up with old friends made the first adventure of 2007 completely worth my spur-of-the-moment, 16-hour-drive out east. Even if two of the most expensive cities in the country threatened to bankrupt me.
I realize it make take some time to clearly analyze what I learned about myself out east. I can point to a few moments that particularly moved me, but I won't try to overthink anything too prematurely. I did take notice to a strange paradox that occurred recently. And that is, when I realized I felt completely comfortable in New York, with my surroundings, with my new friends, that's when I realized it was time to go -- time to leave my comfort zone in search of new horizons. It was a strange moment, but one I think will often reappear along my journey, so I'd better get used to saying goodbye to good people and beautiful places.
When Tommy and Christina were at work a few nights ago, Tommy's sister, Denise, took me to see the ocean. To stereotype a bit, most people I've met from New York so far don't seem to be geography experts, so I wasn't too surprised when she asked me if there were any oceans by Iowa. When I told her there were not, she asked me, "Well, then how do you see the ocean?"
I paused for a few seconds, thinking about the question's innocence and also how it reflected my current ambitions.
"Well, I have to go places," I said.
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I am starting at the beginning and reading through your posts and can't tell you how much I love this one. "How do you see the ocean?"...I could write volumes on this one. When we moved here two years ago I wrote a lot about standing on my tip toes trying to see the ocean over the tops of the trees.
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