Hello, I’m in Delaware - City & Colour
There goes my life
Passing by with every exit sign
It’s been so long
Sometimes I wonder how I will stay strong
No sleep tonight
I’ll keep on driving these dark highway lines
And as the moon fades
One more night gone, only twenty more days
This is late. More than a two weeks late, actually.
Since then, I’ve sat in Michigan in my pajamas with my dad while we watched the news about 9/11 anniversary terror threats and I felt like I’m 15 again, scared and confused.
I’ve done $10,000 worth of damage to my mother’s car in a flash flood. I was only six blocks from my parents’ house.
I’ve flown back to New York and fallen immediately back into my pre-road trip routine. Staying up late, sleeping even later. Rinse, repeat.
But at the same time, this trip is over. I had my fun. I have to get back to the arduous task of finding a job. I have to go back to “real” life, responsibility and just cling to the things I’ve done and seen.
Things like Page, Arizona. Things like Lake Powell.
I arrived in New York this morning. My mother’s car is a little worse for the wear (and the wear happened in her own city, go figure) and I’m exhausted. I’ve been up since 4am.
There will be final Captain’s Logs and photosets today and tomorrow, and after that I’m not quite sure what I want to do with this blog. It’ll remain open, of course, but the adventure is over.
Or is it really just beginning?
