slowly and carefully, I'm making my way across the country. it's like you said - if I focus too much on the before and after, I might miss the during. so I haven't thought too much about the people and places I've left behind, even though I do miss everyone and everything. I'm looking forward to driving into L.A., in two weeks, but I haven't given too much thought to what life will be like there. I think that maybe more than anything else, good traveling requires a willingness, to live in the changing present. I've visited good friends and new friends and old friends, and every place that I've visited has felt like home during the time I've stayed there.
a friend of mine once told me she thought I would be happy anywhere. maybe that's true. place is incidental. there's so much to see, everywhere.
middle america posesses an often grotesque beauty, particluarly in winter: endless flatness, fields of dirt, billboards, straight roads, leafless trees, parking lots. but the small towns pack in politeness, something patient and simple. there's just so much space. even when dense, still there's space.
in just a few hours my friend jared and I head off on a 17 hour car ride from Urbana, Illinois to Houston, Texas. Toward a new temprary home and another group of good friends. before long, dear, I will be in California too.
and thus wrote ryan on 3/7/2002. +