but you can look up how high heaven is and try to count the miles keeps you busy for a while

Just a quick note from the land where bicycles only travel in a straight line when they're headed directly at you.

September has wrapped its big sweaty arms all around me and, at least for a little while, it feels comfortably familiar. Days are beginning to pass by with a bit more speed as work takes on a routine. Nights are much easier to sleep through after exercising through the afternoon.

Plans for the near future are starting to become solidified and flights for December, February, March, and June being booked. People often speak of the light at the end of the tunnel but I'm not there yet. I'm more excited that I'm not freaking out about being in the tunnel anymore. The tunnel sucks, it's full of nights alone and hours on the phone, spending time with people I don't really relate to, living and cooking for one in an apartment that used to hold both of us. The tunnel sucks, but at least there is a light up ahead.