Start The World, I Wanna Get On
Having the trike out of action is making me a bit stir crazy. My body wants to take my mind out for a spin.
This readjustment isn't at all what I expected. Normally, when I'm hanging about doing nothing in particular, my sense of "needing to do something" usually has to do with something practical...do some work, write something, make some music. Now it's all about packing up the tent, hitching up the trailer, and heading odd to wherever it is I'm supposed to go today.
In having uprooted myself, I grew accustomed to rootlessness, but now I'm rootless and in one place, which doesn't feel quite right. I'm in limbo, again, which parallels how I was before I left at the end of May. Then, I was waiting for the house to sell, so that I could begin my journey. Now, I'm waiting for...what? There's time to spend here with mom, of course, while she recovers from her hip replacement. But at some point I must begin the practical tasks surrounding my relocation to San Francisco, things like job aquisition, apartment relocation, moving stuff from east to west. That's the Next Thing, but I haven't started it yet, so I feel odd and out of place.
Typical: for the last few weeks of the trip, I couldn't wait for its end. Now, I miss the motion of it all.
Like I said: not being able to trike is messing with me noggin a bit. I need to ride, as a middle way between motionlessness and constant travel. I hope the new hub arrives tomorrow, so that I can ride up a mountain, and look down the valley and across to the ocean, and remember where I've been, what I've done. It's becoming unreal to me.
Not only that, but my creative brain is full of fluff. Full of the Big Ideas, it is, but no focus at all, no ability to laser them into the pixels. Bit of a drag, seeing as how I've got all this free time now.
Tomorrow's another day...mebbe I'll have to spend it installing and testing my new hub! Yeah.
