Three members of Generation Y sit outside my bedroom window playing their Game Boys and cell phones. I am disconnected. Happily disconnected.
I realize tonight how much I need to nurture my love for the road. Too content with familiarity, I need to be among unfamiliar land.
Looking for closing words to sum up a three-year span. A three-year span gone mostly unrecorded and altogether ignored. Altogether uneventful. Uneventful and forgotten.