40,000 miles with no leg room and 200 nights with no bed springs later.....

Firstly. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read and write here while I've been away. Its meant a lot. I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing, about just a few of the things that have happened along the way.

Normally with conclusion comes meaning.But not in this case. The cliche stands that, the more of the world you see and experience, the more you realize what, and that, you haven't. It would seem that it is bigger, and smaller, than i every imagined. From the leeches, to the beaches. The poverty and wealth, justice and injustice, the real, and the very fabrication of it. Its been an adventure, and a complete saturation of the senses, albeit some more pleasant than others. But when you start to consider 9 hour bus trips as just down the road, its time to get a little perspective. Tune the piano, I'm coming home.


It is good to have an end to journey towards, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
--Ursula K. LeGuin