In a place where nobody knows his name is a rather unique feel for someone who’s looking at making a name for himself in this place.
Well, almost no one. The clerk at the counter in the motel knows my name, but as that will be a highly fleeting relationship, I don’t think it really counts.
And so, I sat for a time, in a humble hotel room awaiting some form of destiny, some direction, some… fork in this road. After choosing so many forks in the road today on such a long voyage, after reaching escape velocity and temporarily breaking orbit from my home, I am now weary, ready for rest, but instead have journeyed outside the false safety of my fleeting home and set out to see what I can see about this new abode, its inhabitants, and of particular importance to me: its coffee-serving establishments.
Now, sitting in what seems to be a rather oddly laid-out coffee bar, complete with countless students studying and engaged in their little academic battles, I now sit in a comparatively quiet corner, awaiting this place to close so I can seek out other java-based refreshment at another establishment.
On my short jaunt through town to locate a place with coffee and internet access, I felt an odd familiarity. The district that holds the most importance to me is most noticably different, more modern, structured, and less quaint than I am used to. But past that point the uniqueness begins to fade and I’m seeing so many parallels, places that leave a faint impression of recognition, impressing upon me the thought that this place holds a glimmer of hope of being called “home”.
But the journey here itself, the 8 hours of horizon to horizon concrete, with the feeling of flying mere inches above a dusty road, seemed calm and collected, as though this period of travel were merely more miles on an interstate, nothing strange about them. It was as though I were homeward bound, even though after not even an hour and a half the scenery become nothing I had ever seen before in my life.
So many things have felt “right” today that it concerns me… concerns me that my decision, should I actually be faced with it, will be far easier and more natural than it rightfully should be.
The next two days hold a difficult schedule for me, and my plan is to absorb as much information as humanly possible, and possibly have a clearer vision of the near future.
However, you all know my issues with the gulf between my plans and my reality.
For now, I’ll simply raise my coffee mug to toast, as I often do: Here’s to hoping.
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