Words of Transience

(April 11, 2010 |100) So here I am sitting in Montgomery Hall once again. Hours Days Weeks of my life have been spent here. I stare into the glow of the enormous Cintiq monitor--a dear old friend it is--and can't decide what to do with my night. I am exhausted. I've grown accustomed to putting myself to sleep near this hour. I can't decide what to do to pass the time. A movie? No--I'm not alert enough. A game? That will keep my mind going until we leave. Oh wait--perhaps I should finally create an entry on the travel blog that I should have been updating for the last three months. Thank you, sense of responsibility, for kicking in at such an awkward hour.

I arrived in Savannah, Ga--my former home and the location of my alma mater--several hours ago after a brief bus ride that was prolonged by unexpected traffic that should have been expected. It's been a long time since I've driven through a highway construction zone on a Saturday. The bus was nearly full. It's been a while since I've taken a bus on a Saturday.

Since January of this year I have been to Las Vegas, Augusta, Savannah three times (not counting this time), and I've spent over two months in Ooltewah, Tennessee.

(April 11, 2010 | 1400) I have spent time with my best friends and found new ones, enjoyed favorite foods and ones I never knew existed. I have played Rock Band, seen a rock band, navigated the wildly foreign casino scene and returned to be welcomed by familiar embraces.

Having finally diagnosed myself with a lifelong case of wanderlust I am attempting to appease it. Though the vast amount of Earth that I have not seen constantly beckons me to expatriate--which I probably will eventually do--I currently find myself in a state of uncertainty. But--no matter what--I will not stop moving. And--hopefully--I will begin keeping up with this blog.