O’ Canada, Where Art Thou?

After all of the build up, the exhaustion of getting everything ready….the packing, the apartment, the contacts, the logistics….I was ready. At 9am this morning, I stepped across the street of my apartment with the car in the driveway facing me, and I snapped a picture. This was the beginning. I was so ready. I got in the car and started to drive and I have to admit that I was a bit emotional. Everything that has been consuming my life for the last few months all of a sudden was here. I was a bit overwhelmed and honestly was almost in tears. There I was kicking off a trip that is fulfilling a dream of becoming a Photographer…. and I can’t begin to say how thankful I am to be in this siuation and to have the backing of friends and family.

So I started to drive and headed toward the highway. Now, I have been so consumed with this trip that I really haven’t been paying attention to what is going on in San Francisco. So as I turned down Market street, I found out that there was a Marathon today. Interesting. Every detour I took ended in a fenced obstacle with a person with a bright orange vest waving me in a different direction. I was all keyed up to get this trip underway, and here I am not able to get out of the city. Pretty damn funny…..and after about 20-30 minutes, I did finally find the on-ramp to I-80.

And just when I was getting on the Bay Bridge, “Don’t Get Fooled Again” by The Who came on the stereo (one of the classic CDs that I came across and felt like I needed for some road tunes) and I almost lost it again. Not so much for the lyrics, but with that energized beginning to the song, I realized that I was truly free from all of the logistics that have been bogging me down and that I was actually doing this crazy trip and was super excited. A fitting start.

Of course I couldn’t keep that high going for the 9+ hours on the road, but it was a good road day: beautiful landscapes and uncertainty ahead.

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