Should all good things come to an end? And if they do come to an end, were they that good to begin with? When I took off with the family (Rose & Murph) to hit the road in the RV, the universal send off from friends and family was “you’re living the dream, man”.
So how should I feel when I put an end to the dream—crushed like some poor possum on a lonely stretch of road in southern Oregon.
I’m relieved, actually. I feel more, I don’t know, stable. No more days hoping we’ll get the 5th wheel into our next parking spot. No more praying we don’t get lost and are unable to turn around at all. Gone is the wonder of not knowing who is actually living next door to us, a mere 10 feet away.
So for now, I’m living in Sacramento, CA. In a real house, with walls and bedrooms. I have my own office, Murphy has a backyard to guard, and Rose and I actually chat with our neighbors. That’s pretty cool.
Sadly, we still only have one bathroom. But as I’ve learned after a year on the road, dreams don’t have to be perfect.
I’m back at Golden Gate Trailer Park, conveniently located near the Larkspur ferry and all the best road biking Marin has to offer. Paradise Loop, Seven Sisters, the Marshall Wall, the only thing that can stop me from riding is your next freelance assignment.
After a two-day drive from the desert of Palm Springs and Joshua Tree, we find ourselves in Sacramento living in the centrally located Cal Expo RV Park. It’s right on the American River bike trail, not shabby at all.
Okay, it’s been a blast to be back in the Bay Area and I was able to work with some great people at MRM. Happy to see the place coming back to life after the Microsoft meltdown and I’m sure new clients and new thinking will bring a better balance to the work and the office in San Francisco.
But now, we head down to Morro Bay for some R&R and hopefully some remote freelance opps as well.
I’m out there. Fresh perspective. No office politics.
Home sweet home through Thanksgiving. Excellent location just twenty minutes by foot to the ferry, Trader Joe’s and Bevmo around the corner and the Bay just steps from our door. If only Hwy. 101 wasn’t “on” 24 hours a day. But all in all, not a bad spot in Marin.
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Needed to get some fresh perspective. What better place than Port Townsend and a vista of the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Lots of talk about killer whale sitings, need to book a boat. Once this project is nailed down.
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