Riding into Eastwood City refreshes my sentiments and memories as to the reasons for my Foolish Move last December. I've come to realize that I really am quite happy with my life as a bum.
I can talk to people bare-faced that I'm not currently officially employed anywhere (a bit of a surprise to some), and that I'm spending my time biking, writing, and drawing. And invariably, a twinge of guilt passes over me: should I be tempting them with this lifestyle of mine?
Nevertheless, I tell them that this is my year off. And next year, I will be back on the circuit again.
But that's still next year.
In the meantime, mountains and trails await.