The Long Shadows Were Calling Me Home

The Long Shadows Were Calling Me Home

When the shadows start getting long, that’s when I start missing home. I continuously walk the line of having the curiosity of a person who likes to wander and one whose heartstrings reel them back home. Those two facets of a life can be hard to manage.

Catskill Park Sign and Speed Triple

I’d wound my way around to the edge of Catskill park. This was where things started to get “familiar”. These were the roads where I cut my teeth riding.

I have to believe that everyone who leaves home finds themselves gripped by moments of loneliness. When you’re standing on the side of the road drinking things in with your eyes and there is no one to turn to and say, Did you see that? or to share an unspoken, knowing glance with – that divide can feel immeasurable. Those moments can feel like an eternity. Being “close” to home made it all that much harder.

Patridge Family Bus - Ashland New York

Gripped by my own sentimental weakness, I began my decent from the atmosphere and started working towards home.

In many ways it felt like a failure that I wasn’t able to work past my suddenly overwhelming homesickness. But, the idea of sleeping in my own bed started to push those clouds away. There was just the pesky matter of already having 450 miles on the seat for the day and a solid 200 more if I wanted to head home the “un-fun” way.

Decisions, decisions…

2 Replies to “The Long Shadows Were Calling Me Home”

  1. When those moments happen you record them with your memory and try to capture it in pictures and then later you blog about it 😉 I know what you mean, after a while we all want to retreat to the safe place we call home. I’m going to say you continued home 🙂

  2. I know what you mean. But I don’t get the same feeling because I don’t have a home like you do. There’s nothing drawing me back from outward adventure.

    That’s an awfully handsome motorcycle. I could look at pictures of it for days.

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