What I’m doing

Originally posted on Please Look After This Englishman

I waited until this morning to see whether anything else popped up, but the decision had really become clear last night. I have just got the last tickets on my pass with a lot of help from the excellent ticketing staff at Union Station, Washington. This is how it’s going to go:   I’m going…

Reaching the end, I’m realising how tired I am.  In comes in a few forms: 1.  Ineffective sleep.  Last year I thought it was bad with a 14-hour overnight from DC to Atlanta and the 32-hour marathon from Austin to LA.  So of course I’ve pushed it even further this time.  I’ve spent 7 of…

Well not quite, but this time next week I’ll have been back in London for 24 hours. So it’s probably time to start counting backwards from then and getting some ideas of things to do between now and Thursday in place. My flight from New York leaves at 7.30pm so I’ll need to be at…

Dear friend Thank you yet again for your kindness and hospitality during my coast-to-coast journey. You have cheered me along as I’ve plodded on, some of you have supported me financially, some of you have opened your homes to me, all of you have added to my experience in some way and I’ve never failed…

I couldn’t keep my eyes open at midnight in San Antonio. We were going backwards and forwards, the engines were firing and not firing, but regardless, I knew we weren’t going to be arriving in Lafayette before 10 in the morning so I curled up to sleep in my double seat. I woke next about…

Patience & Impatience Half of my worrying time I’m thinking about the trip going too quickly and me not doing enough of the “right stuff”. The other half I’m wishing I was further along. Practicing patience is about accepting the present moment exactly as it is and trusting that the future will turn up exactly…

<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –> So what came back from my latest “Solve it while I sizzle?”  Some folk in NYC got in touch. I know I’m going to end up seeing them anyway. But nothing else during the day. After dinner, I sat down with the timetables…

<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –> I have a little layover on this leg of the trip and I’m looking for company.   I arrive in Chicago at about 9am (Thursday, March 24th) if the train is running to schedule. My next train, to DC, is after 5pm. So…

Here’s me, frowning into the sun at Austin Amtrak station.  I wasn’t really that frowny, just had the sun in my eyes.  I wasn’t as euphoric as I had been exactly 1 year earlier though either.  Then I was humming “Homeward Bound” to myself.  This time I knew I was only just half way through…