If you stay put, you might have a happy life, you may avoid hardships. Your life very well may avoid all the road blocks and problems that come with relocation. But if you never move, you will remain an incomplete person.
It's something to accept - when I'm broke, when I'm sick, when I'm uncertain how far away from normalcy my next detour will take me - that every path leads to regrets, if I allow it to. I don't know how this one is going to turn out.
Emily and I had reached the end of our time in Spain, which included our week in La Alberca, a weekend in Barcelona, and a couple scattered days in Madrid. Monday, after our wild Sunday night in Barcelona, we had to catch an early flight back to Madrid. In the morning's haze light, the city looked … Continue reading Authentic Cuisine: Cocido Madrileñe
10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
I was dating a girl named Destiny. That isn’t the beginning of a poem – it would be terrible if it was – but it is, more or less, the beginning of 10 Cities/10 Years. Destiny was the prototypical mid-2000s emo chick with the requisite shock of dyed hair and star tattoos on her wrists. … Continue reading Go. Do.
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.