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where i feel most at home

is when I am away from ‘home.’  In fact, for me, it’s hard to say where home really is.  I have fallen in love with too many places throughout my travels and have made an ever so growing list of locations I could see myself living for at least a time.  Nothing makes me feel more at home than being out on the open road, exploring some new part of America or another country, taking detours and exits through unexplored towns and cities.

It makes sense why the nomadic lifestyle has so much appeal.  With Jack Kerouac and Alexander Supertramp as convincing guides, a secure future really is the most dangerous thing to the adventurous spirit.  I try to remind myself of this every time I think about the future and it actually encourages me to know that if I had a totally secure set-in-stone future, how miserable and unfulfilled that would be.  What is life without some kind of epic story of struggle, discovery, love, loss, defeat, triumph, redemption? Continue reading “where i feel most at home” »

aftermath

I think Hurricane Irene spoiled me a little bit.  Last night Wildwood was still a ghost town, and mostly all the flooding had receded.  The ocean had went back to its rightful place, leaving behind massive pools and puddles on the beach.  The bay returned to normal and the wind dissipated.  Irene left behind a chilly summer’s night I again had the island all to myself, cruising about on my bike, down the boardwalk which suffered minor damage and through the streets.  Groups of people would pop up here and there and a pizza shop was open for business on Pacific Avenue.  My house was untouched and the power never went out.  For a hurricane Irene wasn’t nearly as bad as she could have been.  However, let’s not underestimate her strength, for some people in North Carolina lost everything due to her.  For them, Irene wasn’t all “just a bunch of hype.”  One of those most powerful images that came from the storm was of the Stinson family sitting on steps surrounded by water where their now nonesxistant cottage once stood in Nags Head, North Carolina.  Such a moving and heart stirring picture.   Continue reading “aftermath” »