These are my plans for 2017. Beyond that, who knows? Maybe I'll spend a year in Spain, maybe two, or three. Perhaps I'll follow it up with travels in Asia, South America, Africa. Maybe I'll never set foot in the United States again; just as plausible, I could return to New York in a couple years. I know only one thing at this moment: I want a life up in the air and out on the road.
We are going to remember 2016. We are going to remember it for what we lost. We are going to remember it for all that happened, and for all that we had hoped would happen, but did not. There will be times when the memories will come back to us in waves of pain and anger and utter dismay. We will not be able to forget.
In the months since we returned, the two of us have chatted often about how our time in Spain has stuck with us. Just last night, she texted me, "It's hard to put into words just how amazing it really was."
My home is where I rest my head at any given time, my home is any stop along I-70 or any town where a friend will share a drink with me. My home is the United States.
We are the culmination of our experiences. Our experiences are the result of our choices. Our choices are the product of our temperament. Our temperament is a gift of birth.
I'm using this space to say thank you to those whose lives became intertwined with mine throughout this past decade, for better or for worse (for me, mostly the former; for them, mostly the latter). This was a solitary journey for the majority of the years, yet I didn't do it on my own.
10 Cities / 10 Years has been my purpose (in so many ways) for the majority of my adult life, and to that end I have focused all of my energy and drive. I've sacrificed so much on that altar...
Is it possible that all these theories about what defines, shapes and unifies a generation are mostly just bullshit that people make up to easily label, clarify and compartmentalize incredibly complex and diverse groups of people? You know, like racism.