Box of Chocolates

The dynamics of this trip are strange. Really strange. To live in dozens of towns and houses and people that I’ve never met. Although I have no idea what to write about this I’m going to at least make a feeble attempt.

Every few days I’m in a brand new town, most of the time it’s a town I’ve never heard of. Oh man it’s tough. I never know my way around town. The highways and freeways are pretty easy to figure out, those are standard all across the country. Every town is a new adventure. At home things were always easy. If I needed to buy some stuff, I knew exactly what store carried that stuff and where it was. So let’s get to it…

I’m terribly used to being in a place I’ve never been. In matter of fact that’s all I do, go places I’ve never been. What a strange feeling. After this trip it will be so familiar to have nothing familiar, that when something is familiar I wont’ know what to do. Knowing where you are on a map and knowing truly where you are, are two entirely different things. However, I have sort of learned that it doesn’t matter at all where I am. There’s good and bad everywhere you go. From a tiny rural town to a big city you can still find your favorite little places that are beautifully unique. Everywhere you go there are people living out their lives, overcoming great hardships, making dreams come true, and living life to the fullest.

No matter what chocolate you pick in the box, it’s still chocolate. It might not be your favorite one, but as long as you’re not allergic to peanuts it’s going to taste great.