Today is my first day of freedom. At first I called it unemployment, but that hardly seems appropriate.
Things are quiet. It’s sunny in Syracuse. This place does strange things to people who try to leave. Just a few months ago, my friend Josh came back to visit from Louisville. He had lived in Syracuse for a decade or so and recently moved down there. On his trip through Syracuse this time, a meter maid found his van on a residential street (where I have never seen a meter maid in my life) and put a boot on his vehicle. He had just stopped by a friend’s house to pick up some of his stuff. It was his last stop before hitting the road that afternoon. Instead, it cost him $700 in overdue parking tickets, three days and a debt to his Mom to get him on the road again.
Strangely enough, when I came back to Syracuse last time, I hit a blizzard in Kentucky. People had freaked out so badly that the highway traffic literally came to a halt for two miles in the city. I ended up getting off and wandering through city streets (small curvy hilly little alley streets) to get to the other side of the backup. I wondered if that was a sign.
So here I am again, about to hit the road and enter the unknown abyss. It’s a bit unnerving not knowing what is to come, but I am excited for the adventure.
Here’s where I am now, in the present moment. This is my home.
the last flower of summer
the living room
my brother's hand made bird feeder hanging from the cherry trees
mobile by Reginald Adams and tomatoes from the garden
Zen Bell by Evamaria Harden... used to call atheists to prayer
a friend with unfinished shelves in the background
fridge- the photo is my sexy friend Tara Hogan and I... we are contemplating an international adventure together
the idea of a lightbulb
one wall in my office is covered with magazine pages... this one inspires me to travel to Chicago
bed, painting and sidetable made by m. barletta... I know I'll miss all of the above during my travels
