A couple weeks ago, I was sitting at one of Madrid's many spectacular cafés with three friends and I asked them that cliché question that everybody hates, but which I think is worth contemplating from time to time: What would your ideal life look like?
If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to take another look back at my project, this time through song.
Chapter VII: It was mid-January and I had returned to familiar territory: jobless and scrambling to put together enough income to make it another month.
June 1st, 2005 - June 1st 2015.
Poor, poor Boston: buried in mounds of snow and more still on the way.
Copies of "The Road So Far" are no longer available to purchase. I would like to do something about that, but the truth is I have no control over it. "Why?" you ask. Let me tell you a story.
My trip consisted primarily of drinking with friends and walking the city. And I walked the city. From the piers to Pioneer Square, from the Square to downtown, up to Capitol Hill and down to Lake Union, and past the Space Needle to get back to Belltown.
With exactly one month until my New York City year begins, 9 years of traveling, moving, working, writing and living are coming to their payoff.
