Once again, I think about starting a post apologizing for not writing or trying to catch up. And then, I realize no one is really reading anymore because I’m not really a blogger. A few friends read, here and there, when they know I’m writing. But since I’ve become an antisocial traveler who still thinks a lot but calls and writes little, I’m pretty sure no one even checks this blog anymore. But now, oh now, you will. Why? Because my life is suddenly more earth shattering than before? Well, no, not yet. In fact, I’m sure I left out a few good stories from the island. But why live in the past and recap them? Why not just move on to the here and now, and the never ending unadventures of my life. I say unadventures because while I’m not sure it’s a word, it sums up my attempt at traveling in the US.
I thought I’d have these great experiences, couchsurfing or staying in hostels, hiking and taking in the beauty that is our own country. Turns out, I’m much better at being a budget traveler/adventurer in other countries. Because here, here it’s not so easy to make it up as you go. Here, after driving for 10 hours in a car, it’s a lot easier to turn up at the nearest Comfort Inn than it is to try to find a last minute couch to surf on. Oh, and I did I mention there really aren’t hostels in most of the midwest. Not ones that I could find anyway. So I gave in. Drove through the amazing scenery and settled for short walks from the car with all of the olds visiting Yellowstone and Mt Rushmore. Opted for comfy beds, wi-fi and reruns of the shows I missed while actually traveling. And I have a hunch, once I get where I’m going, life is going to be much more like this, much less like the traveling me.
