I love to travel. I love to run around the west coast visiting my friends and making new ones. I'm about to enjoy my fifth season working in California- living in a tent, getting closer to some already close friends. We're gonna make a ton of money, we're gonna party, we're gonna have tons of fun. And did I mention living in a tent?
But it's bittersweet. I haven't even gotten on the train yet (yeah, man, trains are the only way to travel!) and I already miss my sweet doggie. I miss my lover and my sisters and my grandma and my dog. Did I already say that? Maybe I'm extra worried about Gimli. The Sheltie in her gives her a predisposition to attatchment, and the shitheel who gave her up made sure she was nice and happy before they did, so she's got some real abandonment issues. She knew I was leaving this morning, she knows what packed bags mean. But she's always come with me before this. I'm just glad my partner is around so she's got one of her humans to keep her company.
Some men are searching for that Holy Grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails.
-Tom Waits