All Roads Lead To Home

We’re back.

@ 7,577 miles, our trip concludes in lay-low downtown San Diego. My car sits beside a rusted parking meter; a block down, the Amtrak train swings by in a hail of claxon horns. So this really is the end of the line.

It’s quite difficult to say just how significant this whole thing was; there were minor snags and maybe aspects that we’d go about differently next time — we left California with a cooler in the back and bags in the trunk, and returned a disheveled mess, carrying this very peculiar sense of hope. A traveler’s high.

3 and a 1/2 weeks on the road. We’ve found out that the two-lane highways have their own brand of siren song. Something about freedom. And learning to trust yourself.

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Jul 02 Welcome home party.

Jul 03 Focus @ Tapas with Willis, Kat.

Jul 04 Independence Day celebrations, BBQ (haha), fireworks.

8 thoughts on “All Roads Lead To Home

  1. “returned a disheveled mess, carrying this very peculiar sense of hope.”

    that’s AWESOME. says it all, really

  2. “returned a disheveled mess, carrying this very peculiar sense of hope.”

    that’s AWESOME. says it all, really

  3. Connie: Much props to the open road. By the way, are you going out to NYC?

    Cindy: We’d love to come back and hang with you again, maybe sooner than later. I was thinking back to that night we went bar-hopping with your friends, they looked so tired coming out of the club at 7 AM. Tell them sorry! Hopefully you can join next time. Another club, I promise.

  4. Connie: Much props to the open road. By the way, are you going out to NYC?

    Cindy: We’d love to come back and hang with you again, maybe sooner than later. I was thinking back to that night we went bar-hopping with your friends, they looked so tired coming out of the club at 7 AM. Tell them sorry! Hopefully you can join next time. Another club, I promise.

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