Genesis

     I am sitting comfortably in the home of the Nuccilli's anxious to begin my bicycling, yet composed and content in my present situation. As I was driving to the Detroit Metro Airport this morning I was struck with thoughts of what I was leaving behind and what awaited me. I was leaving a sense of security given to me by my fortune of supportive, loving parents. I was leaving the people I know best in my hometown and the people who are still getting to know me in Detroit. I'm awaited by a long road of uncertainty and chance. Awaited by an open itinerary that requires resourcefulness and trust, yet restraint and wisdom. My Dad explained to me that he felt like a parent of a soldier in the military. I thought this was a very interesting comment that lead to thoughts of duty and accomplishment. As I arrived at the airport, there were many military personnel and I felt a strange kinship with them. I felt like we both shared a sense of risk and yet, believed that the risks were worthy of the possible rewards. Thinking on it now, our goals, motivations, and beliefs may be considerably different, but the level of our passions and emotions are very similar. I may focus on this comparison more, but just want to say that I wish to be rather militant on this trip. I want to dive into writing, reading, learning, and exploring with a vengeance, yet a righteousness.
        
     My plan as of now is to ride my bicycle from Del Ray, on the East coast in between West Palm and Fort Lauderdale, where I am now, down to the Keys and around the tip to the pan handle and to New Orleans. I will be traveling alone couch surfing, WWOOFing ( World Wide Opportunities On Organic Farms), and playing banjo in the street as I make my way across the South.*
subject to change*