One Year Later
My goodness, has it been a year already? Time sure flies.
The past year has seen me spending an inordinate amount of time staring off into space revisiting the trip last year. The first few weeks back were actually kind of tough - I couldn't get used to being in one place, even if that place was my own apartment. Once I went back to work, however, I got used to being back and my time on the road seemed like a dream. Occasionally I would go to this blog just to make sure that the trip had actually happened.
The company I went back to work for underwent a series of shakeups and restructurings starting a couple of months after I got back, and the ensuing instability made me start longing for the road again. Or perhaps it was just the gnawing feeling that I hadn't really finished the trip I went on last year. After all, I hadn't ridden the northeastern U.S. or the Atlantic provinces of Canada (don't get me started on Central America - I do want to ride down to the Panama Canal someday, but Mexico and most of the region are just too fucked up for a gringo to ride solo in my opinion).
By the time the one-year anniversary of the start of my trip rolled around, I was spending a lot of time looking at maps again, this time looking longingly at Nova Scotia. I eventually left my job for a variety of reasons, and my first day of unemployment was the one-year anniversary of my return to NYC. By then I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do: keep on riding the Americas.
Ride ON!
The past year has seen me spending an inordinate amount of time staring off into space revisiting the trip last year. The first few weeks back were actually kind of tough - I couldn't get used to being in one place, even if that place was my own apartment. Once I went back to work, however, I got used to being back and my time on the road seemed like a dream. Occasionally I would go to this blog just to make sure that the trip had actually happened.
The company I went back to work for underwent a series of shakeups and restructurings starting a couple of months after I got back, and the ensuing instability made me start longing for the road again. Or perhaps it was just the gnawing feeling that I hadn't really finished the trip I went on last year. After all, I hadn't ridden the northeastern U.S. or the Atlantic provinces of Canada (don't get me started on Central America - I do want to ride down to the Panama Canal someday, but Mexico and most of the region are just too fucked up for a gringo to ride solo in my opinion).
By the time the one-year anniversary of the start of my trip rolled around, I was spending a lot of time looking at maps again, this time looking longingly at Nova Scotia. I eventually left my job for a variety of reasons, and my first day of unemployment was the one-year anniversary of my return to NYC. By then I had a rough idea of what I wanted to do: keep on riding the Americas.
Ride ON!
posted by Mathew Elsner at 8:28 AM
2 Comments:
Woohoo, another trip! Looking forward to reading about your adventures again. I've never been to New England or Canada so once again I'll be living vicariously through your posts.
Safe journey to you!
if they only paid us to ride brother....for fuck sake...why wont they pay us to ride!
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