What? Are you just here to tell me what a bad epiloogizer I am? Or did you think I was too stupid to know what an epiloogy was?
After 14,236 miles (more or less), I was back in Dallas. It was weird to go an entire week without buying any gas.
My ankle did fully heal, but it took about a month. I still have the walking stick in the garage. Not sure what to do with it.
I never did receive a ticket for driving on a snowmobile trail. Likewise, I never received the promised bill from the towing company. I honestly would have paid it, if they had sent the bill. But I’m not going to look them up and ask why they never sent it.
I have yet to hear back from anyone, Japanese or not, who has found the missing piece of my kayak somewhere in the Pacific ocean.
I did contact the person whose name I was given on the back of a business card in D.C. I was asked to look him up when I got back to Dallas. The only contact info I was able to find was his physical address, so I sent him a letter. The letter began, “This is probably an odd note to receive…” I never heard back. It’s probably just as well.
My cousin met up with a guy who was traveling to all 50 states, staying with random people along the way, and running a website about his trip. However, he had managed to get Jeep to sponsor his trip by providing him with a vehicle to drive for a year. I have to admit, that is genius, and is something that never even crossed my mind. He happened to be coming to Dallas that week, and I got in touch with him, but he was too busy to meet for lunch.
Occasionally, I do wish I was still out there, like him. But, I don’t want to leave all my friends and family behind for that long again.
I am planning to go on a short mission trip to Mexico next month. The trip involves about 70 people with different jobs to do, from construction to VBS (Vacation Bible School). I figured I would be on the construction crew, and was happy with that, since I really had fun doing deconstruction in New Orleans. At a pre-trip meeting, though, the organizers mentioned that it would be great if they had something like a clown, or someone who could make balloon animals for the Mexican children, though they knew the odds of there being someone like that on the trip were slim to none. I raised my hand and sheepishly admitted that I had 5 years’ experience as a clown from my youth group in high school. So, now it looks like my construction mission trip might be at least partly a clown mission trip. This is typical of my life. Feel free to laugh.
I will continue to update the site periodically, though the posts will become more random (as in, not following the same theme). Still willing to host anyone else's travel blog.
This is one of my roommates. You could make the argument that he is the most normal of the bunch. He works a regular jog, pays rent, and does not require me to monitor his food intake. Mi vida loca.
Through it all, I have learned that there is more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. But I don’t think I should share that secret, because that would only rid me of my natural advantage.
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