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June 16, 2006

Moving On...Or, Not

After fermenting here for...four days? I had to look at the site to check, it's easy to lose track of time these days. At any rate: tomorrow I was going to saddle up and pedal a shade over 50 miles to a KOA Kampground in Wytheville, VA.

The time here hasn't been as productive as it needed to be...it's proving to be difficult to focus on the work. Paradoxically, I think that's because it's a remnant of my former life (both projects started before I left). For some people, that might provide something to hang on to in the midst of this rootlessness. For me, it's something that I'd just like to let go of...hence, it's something that becomes easy to avoid.

I was thinking that I couldn't stay here any more. As in Charlottesville, the motel room became a kind of pseudohome that only served to remind me of all that has happened in my life recently, in a way that lends itself more to being "stuck" than to processing and moving through.

But it's not a home, and although I need to be in motion now, I also need to put in more hours on these projects. So, I'll stay for one more day, because over the next week I'll be traveling into areas where motels are fewer and cell service is spottier.

This really is an open-ended journey, ongoing, with a barely defined itinerary despite all the maps. I've been on the road for just over three weeks, and for more than a week of that time I've been stationary. It often seems that any decision I make like this - that is, stay in one place, or keep moving - is the wrong one, no matter what the reasons are for it. This depends on which criteria I use to judge it. There are the Keep Moving criteria, which have to do with making miles and heading westwards. Then there are the Lifestyle criteria, which have to do with generating an income while traveling. I haven't yet managed to combine the two sets into a Way of Being...a Keep Moving Lifestyle.

At some point, I suppose I'll figure things out.

But now it's time for bed...once more, in a real bed, with an air conditioner making comforting white noise.