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June 29, 2005
An end to wanderings
My life for the last four months has been constant travel. In order: Philadelphia, Boston, San Francisco, Buenos Aires, Phildelphia, Toronto, London, Bristol, Birmingham, Washington DC. Another day, another plane, train or bus. There's a good side to constant travel. I certainly can't complain about the destinations, the journey was never boring, and the concentrated dance viewing that has been the purpose of my travel has been a source of knowledge. A lot of the year has been a concerted effort to come to terms with Ashton. My take on him may be very individual and very American, but I feel like I've accomplished something.
The down side of travel is that my life now feels measured by suitcases. I've spent the past four months either leading up to or coming back from a voyage and nothing else has gotten accomplished. It feels as if I've been running from my own future. I have no more trips planned, and hope to keep it that way for a while. I'm tired of being a moving target.
Posted by Leigh Witchel at June 29, 2005 5:43 PM
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