On The Road

I drove to London today. I cried for most of the way on the 401. I was on a very familiar path for my feet. This time it felt different though.

Most times when I'm heading to London I can't wait to be there. I love the idea of going back to visit my friends, head out for a beer and sleep in. This time though, it felt very different. Not only was I only heading down for one night, I was heading down to simply drop off things at my apartment there. I didn't get to spend nearly enough time with the people who I know there.

For the most part of my life I am on the road in some way or another. I have three permanent homes. I also have a desire to travel and the ability to make home in many places. This is just one of the things that keeps me on the road. I'm trying to maintain the houses and the relationships that make these places home.

One thing that being on the road has taught me is that it is never easy to leave one place you love, even when you are on the road to another place you love. There is a certain freedom to being on the road. A freedom of being able to move and to take some things with you. It's the things you leave behind that make it hard to move.

In the next few days I'm going to be on the road a lot. It may be for very short trips, but it will still be the idea of moving, both myself and others. I don't particularly like the idea of moving myself, but I know that I will have to soon. I'm continuing to count the days and dread the day when I am on the road again.