The Stills Day 39, Home

And so, with a final wild flourish of driving, it comes to an end. It started with a flight to Houston, TX, and somehow I ended up crossing the continent 6 times in 6 weeks, culminating with a tour bus dropping me off mere steps from my front door. Crazy.

 

It was a surprisingly tame ending. Everyone is exhausted and was sleeping when I got off the bus. Our internal clocks are shot, our perception of reality is warped at best. That’ll happen when you live in an aluminum tube on wheels for a few weeks with no real contact to the outside world.

 

These 5 days should be pretty interesting. Just long enough to pull things together before it all gets shot to hell again. And, to top it off, for the first time that we won’t be going into a different time zone every 48hrs, the stupid daylight savings thing kicks in this weekend. The concept of time will never again make any sense.

 

Next stop, Toronto, en route to London, ON, then around Ontario, eventually to London, UK, Paris, Istanbul, St. Catharines (too funny) and finally NYC. Crazy… It’ll be December before I see my bed again, but then again, I’ve learned that home is where you park it.