Let me just say, goddamn does it feel good to be back on the road. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to truly describe my love affair with wandering and travel, but trust me, it’s real and stands the test of time. I took off on Sunday morning, and made my way south. I ended up spending New Years Eve in DC, which was an excellent time to say the least. The next day, I took off again, and wandered down into South Carolina… I could have kept going, but I wanted to stop in time to actually fiddle with Be My Patron and get that at least tentatively up (which it is).

Today, I’m in Daytona Beach, counting my blessings that hotels that are off-season and down south are so much less expensive. (I’m prepared to sleep in my car, but am just as glad that I haven’t had to, a sentiment I’m sure many could get behind.) I’ve stopped early tonight, in the hopes of catching up on some of the sleep I haven’t been getting the past few nights, and maybe work some more on my to-do list.

This whole trip has made it clear just how much I needed to get back on the road. I feel better about things when I’m out wandering. I don’t know when I’ll be heading home, I don’t know where I’m going next, and I like it like that. I’m scrambling to find things I can do to justify the trip, and moreso to justify making it longer. I’ve been keeping to this coast, mostly because I know the most people over here, and I can be home in maybe a day and a half if something came up. That said, if I can arrange for an interview, or some project that would be best done over there, then I’m all for heading westward. We’ll see what comes.