An Introduction

This is a live piece of writing, It will not stay the same. I’m starting this blog because right now I don’t have a good place to keep my thoughts. I have so many failed methods: misplaced journals, diaries I didn’t take seriously, Instagram pages I goofed off on. Perhaps its just hard for me to take something seriously.

I have some stories to tell, I don’t really know how to tell them or who to tell them too.

This will be rather difficult because I don’t normally talk about myself in this way. I tend to think of myself pretty average, but maybe everyone thinks of themself that way. I was born in the Midwest, in a town no ones heard of. I like all the normal things, movies, books, rollerblading, motorcycles, video games. I have lots of different hobbies, but none I’m fully invested in. I have skills, but I wouldn’t say I am a master of anything. I do Seasonal work, I’ll stay around long enough to get a feel of the place, though never long enough to lay any roots down. The edge I thought I had for a long time, was patience. However, before I speak to that, this blog might be a retelling of how I lost that patience.

My family moved around a lot, I think a part of that stuck with me. I like to be mobile, I love to drive, and I will try to drive as many different things I can before I die. I can sit and drive indefinitely, Stop at a rest area for a few hours, then keep going. I love to drive sometimes more than the place I’m going to.

At every occasion we could justify, my friends and I would pile in a car and drive just about anywhere. We put thousands of miles on our families’ hand-me-down sedans, with no remorse. I Loved it. The hunger for the open road kinda took me at one point, and I started traveling unconventionally. My claim to fame is that I drove like, twenty five thousand miles on a Honda ruckus.

At this point I don’t think if it’s an achievement, but it is something I did. It wasn’t more interesting than holding a throttle back for a long time. Though, It provided the excuse for me to see North America. And I saw it. I snaked across just about every part of the USA, some parts of Canada too. I used the back roads, drove really slow. I crossed just about every major river, saw the hearts of the biggest cities, what seemed like most of the roadside historical markers, and of course the endless fields of dirt. It was too much fun. During this, I did some other stuff too, I worked a lot of weird jobs, met some people, made some friends, lost some friends, and I learned too much to explain in one sitting.

However, I have since, kinda put this behind me. I avoid the topic of mopeds these days. It was wearing on me, I was feeling like a novelty act, broken down, low self esteem. Some of it wasn’t the bikes fault, but that little machine beat me down pretty hard. I had to move on. I am in a different part of my life now. It seems like the time has come that I should finally try to explain myself. If I type some of the story out, perhaps I’ll appreciate what I did more. I Have hundreds of photos I need to put context to. Maybe at the end of this I’ll find myself back on that bike.

Mopeds aside, I am looking forward to having a place that I can tell you about the music I’m listening too, or any on going crafts or projects, sometimes I take something apart. This could be fun.

Welcome to my blog.