solisis

It never really began as some sort of grand journey in search of some kind of insight into the human experience or anything of that nature. In fact, as is common with most of my lousy experiences, I left Tucson in search of nothing. I mean, nothing that is but an exquisite escape from the monotony that is, unfortunately, the most easily readable and discerned characteristic that marks thismy life.
I had no hope of actually being released from the routine boredom that seemed to follow me about like a black, pestilential beast, but I nevertheless felt inspired to escape at least this particular breed of boredom. As if it would really matter. Running the gauntlet between home and work, work and home, home and nowhere worth mentioning, had become a taxing endeavor over the past few years, and whenever it was that I realized that the only time of day that I enjoyed consisted of my auto transit, I knew something was, indeed, wrong. The only reason I enjoyed driving- being stuck in rush hour traffic, crawling slowly by accidents and ambulances- was because I was at least alone. Alone with my thoughts and perhaps the muttled tune of a current favorite repeating on the stereo; able to relax my mind. But, again, now was the time. Time to pick up and leave. Naturally.
So it goes.
This was about 2 years ago. My initial departure. The dream ruptured by an anchor buried so deep it could have been placed there by Jesus himself. Now the gauntlet consists of a very different routeone of many more miles than the last. 847 to be exact. I say with a frown upon my forever downturned face.
I might be leaving Tucson soonbut I know I will have to return some day.the question is how long. The question I never have an answer to.