This here is going to be the last post in this series. I’ve covered eight weeks of travel, and now I’m in the process of building a new life in a new city. Corrinne and I are holed up outside Providence, Rhode Island, working toward having a home here and getting jobs like respectable citizens.
Respectable citizens who eat chocolate shoes.
My last few days have been spent looking for work, looking for a place to live, and celebrating Corrinne’s birthday by playing Laser Tag. I’m in a strange space right now. I’ve stopped traveling, but all my stuff is still in storage. I’m home, but I don’t have an address. Part of me is still in motion, I think, and it will stay that way until I have a sense of roots. It’s looking good on that front, but until we actually move in, things are still touch and go.
There are times in my life when exhaustion is my friend. When I’ve been traveling for a while, it’s tough to stop. part of me thinks I could keep going forever. But there’s a depth that comes from sitting still for a while, and that depth looks a lot more appealing when I’m simply too tired to keep moving at the pace I have been.
This trip has been a marvelous boon for me, but I believe I’ll only reap the benefits of that once I’m in a stable routine again. It’s a counter-intuitive thing, I suppose. But as one teacher of mine said, most aspects of being an artist are counter-intuitive.
I love the road. And good lord does it feel good to be off it for a while.