I sold my condo at the end of January with the idea that I wanted to move, specifically to Austin Texas, a place I'd visited many times and have really good friends. Only once I got there I realized I didn't really want to move, I wanted to travel. Something I was doing less and less over the last few years for whatever reasons.
On this trip I've been from Vermont to Florida to California and all the states you need to cross to reach those places. I visited Roswell, New Mexico because... c'mon, I couldn't be that close and NOT visit Roswell, that'd just be silly.
Last week I exhibited at the San Diego Comic-con for the 7th time and it was the biggest show I've had by a wide margin. That's just icing on the road trip cake.
I've seen landscapes I'd only ever seen on tv, eaten in new restaurants (surprisingly good pizza outside of NY, who knew?), met new people.
I'm in California at the moment and soon I'll start heading East a different way than I came. More new things to see.
When I'm driving it's like the road is a movie I control in front of me. That's just how I see things and in a couple weeks the closing credits will roll on this trip.
I'm not sure I want them to. I think I'll take a month long road trip every year around the San Diego Comic-con now. I hear there's a place in Montana that let's you dig for fossils you get to keep!
To the geek mobile!
