MicahPaul

At times, everything just seems to synthesize into perfect harmony.
These times are fleeting, but while I’m here, what better than to blog about it, right?
Right?
A bunch of little loose ends all connecting in a short period of time.
My time spent in Chicago, I feel, has culminated in the realization of so much possibility. Many aspects have been belatedly and unexpectedly emerging. Such adventure is the gift that keeps on giving.
So if I start segueing from the abstract to the tangible, what is the method, and at what point does it become monotonous? For harmony at some point becomes difficult to see when broken down tone by tone.
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A couple of hours ago, I returned home from a little journey. I set out for one week on the road with minimal planning, looking to go new places, meet new people, all that usual stuff, and with a more deep-seated desire to gain profound new experience and perspective.
In all of these respects, I succeeded.

What follows is an very lengthy account. However, for the sane ones who do not have the interest to read this beast, it can be summed up thusly: I surfed anarchist collectives in Chicago, met my friend Max at a Chicago jail, took him and friends West to Omaha, crashed at an anarchist house there, then headed North up to Brookings to spend a few days with my friend Wes, cut across Minnesota to Chippewa Falls to see Mariah, and then home. And it was amazing. On with it, then. Actually, one note: In reading over this account, it seems to come across as a bit flat - I seem to have failed in getting across the true feel of this trip. I hope the events can at least speak for themselves.

In the days preceding my departure, I began to get a nasty skepticism about whether this trip would work. Travelling without a plan and expecting to run into great adventure is a pretty gutsy move. I had never done anything of this sort before, so I really didn’t know what to expect. My fear was that I would drive to Chicago and have nothing to do and no one to meet for a week, and come back home with little gained but a gas bill.

The moment I arrived at the place I would be staying in Chicago, however, these fears were alleviated.

The drive to Chicago was extremely foggy. I stopped in Madison to have dinner with my brother, Noah, and would later find out that the reason I had a dickens of a time getting back on to I-90 was a 100+ car pileup that happened there. Anyways, I got to Chicago fine and then found my home. This was a place I had found through The Couchsurfing Project, a site which I very highly recommend for any traveler. It was listed as a warehouse having 16 people living in it. And how!
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If somehow you have stumbled on this page, know that there is nothing of substance here yet, but there will be soon.
-Micah