It can’t be overstated, moving to a new country is a Herculean task, like scaling a brick wall with your bare hands.
Home is a base, a starting point, a fixture to which I latch a tether, however temporarily. Like a climber reaching for the next anchor point, I’m always searching for somewhere new to fasten a hold.
I'm sitting in an airport being barraged by an odd sight: T-shirts, fleeces and jackets emblazoned with the logos for the Kansas City Royals and Chiefs or the Kansas Jayhawks.
I blog about my travels throughout the country, a survey of America as it is in the twenty-first century. But the 10 Cities Project began as a college kid's longing for freedom. After 18 years in one town, my dream had been to leave for New York and study writing. I got accepted to schools, … Continue reading Lawrence, Kansas
It's been a little while since I wrote, so I'll catch you up. I went back to Kansas for a weekend. There, you're caught up. The girl and I took Greyhound for a 13 hour ride from Chicago to Lawrence in order that I may see my family for the first time in over a … Continue reading Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home