the journey is the blah blah blah

It's been an odd set of months. I've had an incredible amount of freedom to do whatever I want, and I've also had some serious limitations that balance and offset those things. The highlight of the past few weeks has been getting to explore Braintree and my friend's little cabin here as I wait for things to settle down in my own house (landlady en route to the Peace Corps, not there yet) and go back and forth to MA to visit and tend to family.

If I didn't feel that there was something a little off about a woman my age running around living out of her car and a backpack, I'd think I'd finally made it... someplace. With one job I can take with me and another that links me to the place I love to be (and enough money to go the other places I still want to see) I'm liking it. And yet, in some sustainability way, there have to be in-person people to balance the online posse of librarians and bloggers and friends and strangers that make up my digital social network. Right? Maybe?

Finding the balance - enough real people to stay connnected, not so many as to be crazymaking - is the order of the next few months. People I know often seem somewhat surprised at how many other people I know, and yet I probably spend more time alone than any one of them. I wonder if it's like some sort of XYZ Anonymous thing "Hi my name is Jessamyn and even though I have a lot of friends I'd like to be a friend of yours" where whatever trigger most people have that says "I think you've had enough" is a switch that never flips.?

In any case, I'm on the road again to see Mom, and then Dad, and maybe a pal from high school. I'm slowly making peace with the absurd amount of driving required to maintain an existence hours away from any major metro area, though I traded my iPod for some php programming, so it's a few hours of classic rock in store for me. As always, send postcard to box 81, Bethel Vermont 05032. I like mail.