Written Tuesday, September 7, 2004
Well, I'm on the Amtrak about an hour outside of Boston...it's been a long train ride...24 hours and counting. One last long stint before my journey comes to an official end and I'm back to actually living in the US. It's been a great couple weeks since I got here...Florida, Houston, and home to Illinois to see my family. It hasn't really felt like I'm back yet so far...but now the hard part is coming...find a job, settle in. Everyone has been pretty supportive of me since I got back and that feels great...even though deep down inside they're probably thinking, "well, now you're just a bum". Alright, maybe it's me that really has been thinking that. Let's face it, I'm not a traveller anymore...I'm just a guy with a pretty interesting story that is too long to tell and that nobody really wants to hear anyway.
night in Madison Duane and I went out and I was talking to some people
in a bar...and I began to realize that when I get the question "where
do you live" the answer is slightly more complicated than expected.
I mean, I really don't "live" anywhere at the moment (atleast
not for the next hour) which seems to make since when you're bumming around
the hostels in
Where in the world are all these negative feelings coming from?? This isn't my style. Maybe it's the jitters. I've gotta step into this whole thing and attack it as I have everything else over the past few years. I know I'll make it! I just have to believe dammit. I think in the past couple weeks I have once again forgotten how lucky I've been to live what I have so far and that there is much more ahead of me. I haven't attained everything I want to out of my travels yet and there are many more adventures waiting for me...and these next months in the USA are just part of the whole thing. Yeah...that's right. I'm ready for this.
Thirty minutes to Boston...thirty minutes to my new life in the US. Thirty minutes until the next chapter starts. Hold on to your hats...
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