Today, my last day, started off about a third of the way across New York
in Arkport and found me riding through another cloud. This one was just
enough to shorten visibility and mist up your visor. Not like the one in
Wyoming which left everything dripping. After a while I made my way past
the hills that bounded it and found bright blue skies with sunlight
streaming down.
I was excited. “I’m going home!” I thought, but the closer I got to
home, the more I didn’t want to arrive. Even taking the Mohawk Trail on
the way back through Massachusetts didn’t lift my spirits. In the end,
it just didn’t feel like a homecoming. I love seeing Boston’s skyline
come up over the horizon after being away. It’s always made me think
“ahh, home” before. Today though, I just thought… “Maybe I should have
kept going to California…”, and “I don’t want this to end.”