the lure of the road.

watchin anthony bourdain tonight visiting san francisco and filming his escapades, i felt a familiar draw to the road. there's a song by bright eyes, called "moab," that talks about the phenomenon- "washed under the black tar, buried 'neath my wheels...there's nothing that the road cannot heal." Not that there's much hurt here- but at the same time the draw is there, to explore, to venture out, to move on.

A couple of my friends are taking off to move to colorado just for an adventure; others still live in the town they grew up in and yet have traveled all over the world. for me, taking the leap to california was a great one and i don't regret it at all; however i do wish some days that i could just go off an travel and write about it. me, my bike, a journal and a laptop...there's a secret kind of freedom to that.

and yet so many things i don't want to leave. i guess it comes down to selfishness. that life is always there-- but some of the saddest people i know are the ones who left home and didn't come back. who struck out all alone and ended...all alone. and i don't want that either.

so...on with the adventure. the adventure of life; of bills, of rent, of dogs, of relationships, of jobs, etc. this IS growing up. as much as i want to fight it, i really do love it. just human nature to want to rebel i guess.

tomorrow is another day to live the adventure. the adventure in the small things. the little stuff we let slide by, i let slide by, in day to day life. gratitude. grateful. should be.