Posted by: pcloeb on: 13/06/2009
I looked outside the open windows of my apartment. By the state of the room, it was hard to believe I would make it out of town today but I started early and as my stuff made it’s way out of my room and into my car, the room began to feel like a memory. By late morning, everything but my laptop and camera gear had been loaded in the car.
I surveyed the little studio apartment I called home for the past 11 months or so, empty except for the provided furniture. It looked just as disappointing as the first steps I took back in late June of 2008. For whatever reason, it never felt like home but nostalgia lingered for the place; too many cold nights without heat, the sounds of passionate lovemaking, conversations in many different languages, the tears and joys and sorrows of so many different strangers, watching a hundred sunrises over the buildings of downtown Syracuse, a blanket of snow covering the city, the curtain of rain from a flash rainstorm, or coming home from a late night with good friends and just watching the stars twinkle in the night sky.
So with all of this, I deposited my keys and the rent check for the month I would never use.
The first 324 miles of this journey went pretty smooth. I listened to Stephen Colbert’s I Am America (and So Can You) for the first leg since it’s a pretty short audiobook. It had been a decent amount of time since I had been on the New York State Thruway. Even though I’m not super chatty on road trips, the solitude of a metal coffin can be a bit maddening. You think about things you want, things which should have been but are not, and wonder what the road beyond could lead to. The balance between excitement and reality finally seemed to mix. It wasn’t just talk of heading to LA, of doing something out of the blue…here I was taking the first tentative steps even though the paperwork and things were all signed a week ago. The drive out made this a reality.
I pulled into Erie, PA and stopped to gas up. I grabbed a bite to eat since I skipped lunch and checked one of my tires since the stupid thing kept tripping the pressure monitor. The tire was fine so I figured I’d just deal with it once I got back to Denver. If something’s going to happen, it’s going to happen. I’m not going to stop it.
So I pulled into Lewis’ house about 6 and already pretty exhausted from the drive, packing and all the cleaning.
Trip Summary:
Total Miles – 324 miles
Hours Drivern – 6 hours
Gas Fill-ups – 1