Things happen in three's, everything comes full circle, life is suffering. I think when Buddha said "life is suffering" he should have included "but first you are going to be riddled with doubt in your twenties."
Our wanderings in the van are interspersed these days. Truth be told, I think I like this approach more than a seemingly never-ending nomadic style of being on the road - everything wears with time. I like the going away and I like the return. I like to move back and forth between the supposed normal (and sedentary) stasis and the perpetual motion of time spent on wheels.
We took the van up to Vermont, where Nate and I met - everything full circle - and where I hadn't been since I left. Typically I take all Dylan prose to heart: I'm an artist, I have everything I need, and I don't look back...unless it's California I'm leaving, in which case I am always fucking looking back. But I think I have the right idea because truthfully, I was blue to be back in Vermont. Unfortunate emotional shift aside, let the record show that Vermont is one of the good states. It's beauty different from a place like the Grand Canyon - though certainly less "spectacular," one can look up a picture of the Grand Canyon, and in my opinion there it is. So much of what makes Vermont Vermont is seen and understood only in being there. Am I blue because because the luster of the liberated "home is where you park" mindset has dimmed 5 months later and now I'm good and ready to have a hardwood floor of my own to lay down the rugs that I bought back in New Mexico? I can't be sure, but it's probable that when I do get that hardwood floor that demands a paycheck, a schedule, and obligations, I'll meet with doubt again.