Washington, DC- The voyage has begun. Actually, it probably began almost 2 years ago when I sold the house and most of my records, got rid of what I could, and packed the rest into boxes, shoving them into the corners of garages of gracious friends and family. I’ve been traveling light ever since. A summer in Central America. A long fall solo trip by canoe through the Boundary Waters of MN. Back and forth between Idaho and Minnesota a few times, living in a van or crashing at my sister’s place. A semester studying sound design and video. A few weeks in Alaska- kayaking, backpacking, hitchhiking… thereby getting fully infected with the travel bug. Another 10-day silent meditation retreat (vipassana). And now in DC for a week before I head to Ecuador via NYC.
Typical mid-life crisis, yeah? Buy a corvette, jump out of a plane, or sell your house and travel around the world. Except in my case, the crisis has been going on since ninth grade when, I vividly remember, I suddenly started to wonder, “uh.. what is the meaning of life, anyway?” Still working on that one. But in the meantime, since I can, I’m heading off to see the world, or at least as much as I am able to within the next year or so. or so.