A long ride

We have now officially been in Atlanta for one month. It feels much, much longer. I realized this past week that I’ve been giving myself a hard time about not knowing the city better, not having a new life plan in action, not being totally decorated and put away at home. Really it has only been one month and I need to be easier on myself.

The same day I left for Atlanta three of my friends also left on adventures. Two for long distance, adventure vacations, one for a new home.

One friend flew to Moscow to ride the Trans-Siberian Railway across the continent to Mongolia, where she planned to hire a guide and camp in the mountains. Afterwards she would travel on through China. She is scheduled to return sometime soon.

My second friend flew out to bicycle across the country from Seattle to San Diego. He’s been keeping a blog: http://www.familydinnernight.org/will/ This past month, I’ve been thinking of him, thinking of the fatigue and the accomplishment. Wow!

My third friend moved to Seattle from Madison, for a new, fancy, schmancy, job, much like we did. However, she did it solo. I’m sure they last month has felt even longer for her.

Here’s hoping the next month brings more adventures!