Hello All, it has been a while.
I’m writing to you from the confines of my new midtown Manhattan office cell. We’ve come to the point in the starting of this company where I get to sit inside every day, stare at a computer screen, pour over budgets and generally make sure we can afford to pay the bills. The company is doing well…so well that we’re growing at what is becoming an exponential rate. I just have a difficult time sitting in here when the world outside is so much more interesting and in need of my personal exploration.
As one might assume, I’m getting that familiar itch to travel once more. By itch I mean I need a few gallons of Calamine lotion because I’m about to claw my skin off. The wanderlust is coming back and it’s pretty serious.
So what to do? Well short weekend respites have been my solace to this point and have kept me going. I see where this company is headed and it is entirely worth what we’re doing. It has been non-stop since February, which is consequently when I last posted, and shows no signs of letting up. Great for business, bad for traveling.
I’m thinking Brazil in November. One of my pals wants to head that way and I would like to get back to South America. I actually bought the Lonely Planet for Brazil when I was in Argentina, but got sick and was never able to make it. I will not be eating salads next time I venture south of the equator that’s for damn sure. But Brazil man, it holds some kind of sexy allure that I have to check out. Of the handful of people I know that have visited at least half of them have been robbed in some form or another. It’s not the safest place, but that’s what makes it feel desirable.
I need something to peel back this layer of sedentary sludge that has coated my flesh. When I climb into my car, crank the music, press too hard on the gas pedal and cruise up 95 I can feel it slough off like a snake shedding its skin. It is amazing. This weekend I threw my body into the ocean with reckless abandon, drank a shitload of beer and listened to some great tunes. I also fell asleep outside with the bare earth as my bed, ran through tide pools, stared in awe at the stars in the sky and stood outside in the pouring rain. Fuck it was good to feel again.
New York doesn’t really do much for me. It’s a great place to visit and there is a lot happening here, but it’s too much of the wrong thing for me. The bloated metropolis has too many people. I appreciate that if you work hard, you can make it in this town. In fact it may be the last place in the United States where the old “pick yourself up by the bootstraps” adage holds true. If you show up in the concrete jungle and are willing to work 24/7 and are intelligent, you will get somewhere.
In real news, the US debt rating was just downgraded to AA+ from AAA for the first time in history. I’m worried about America. We’re racing toward the edge of the world, burning money, swiping credit cards, firing our guns and hoping that the car we’re in learns how to fly by the time we reach the precipice.
Fuck it. Live your life, do what’s right, avoid the strife and never lose site of what you love.
xo,
The Wanderboy
