This morning I wake up and it’s a perfect 63 and for the first time in days it’s not humid. The crisp morning air has a fresh clean smell that I am profoundly used to. I have smelled that smell and experienced this climate my whole life. This is the climate I was born in and this is the climate I’m used to. But with that, for some reason, it makes me feel like I am even further away from home. Being on the road like this is fascinating and amazing, but every now and then one feels a little overwhelmed and questions what you’re doing out here. I guess it happens to everyone who stays out on the road for an extended period of time. I know that once I get on the bike and start down the road that will fade and the anticipation and excitement of what lies ahead will take over. I just find it interesting that you can feel at home in two different places and drive away from one heading to the other and still have the random odd feeling that you belong and neither. I guess this is a morning of epiphany and sharing a little bit of the soul of a traveler.
It was certainly our pleasure having you stay as our guest last night! If you are ever down this way, we will always find a cozy room for an overnight rest. God's speed on your journey north!
The joys and melancholy of the vagabond soul.