Three weeks ago today I was biking somewhere in the southern sprawl of Milwaukee, sun-baked and terrified. Since then I’ve been in/through six states (including some non-two wheeled travel), biked over 450 miles, and traveled another few hundred by train and bus. It feels, unsurprisingly, like it’s been both way longer since I left and not very long at all. Still pretty terrified, but that may just be because I’m still in Detroit.
I kid, of course, mostly. I’m right downtown, so I can’t speak for much of the city, but it’s much more vibrant than I’d expected or remembered, which my native Detroit denizen host confirmed.
So we wandered around a bit in the afternoon, and I embarrassed my friend by taking crappy touristy pictures…
And got some of this —
— which, I mean, if I’d known it was gonna be that kind of party…
Went out for more drinks later, skulking through the city streets, wherein I got to cross “playing Beethoven on a street corner piano at midnight” off my bucket list, and finally ended up on the rooftop deck, taking slightly creepy photos against the blurred edge of the skyline.
(I would like to say that someday I will make the text/photo format of this blog cleaner, and also possibly figure out how to include a map, but I might be utterly lying.)
My friend and cohort is at work now so I am being lazy and enjoying some time alone, catching up on writing, swearing to myself with weak conviction that I’ll possibly get dressed at some point and do a little wandering on my own. Maybe.
And I probably should consider investing in some new shoes before commencing the next self-propelled leg of my travels, because, uh…
Happy Thursday, everyone! I hope your lives have a bit more consistency than my own at the moment. Unless you’re a kindred spirit in transience, in which case, fuck that shit.