back again

i'm once again sitting in the san francisco airport. thinking about wheels. it's early, and i'm feeling strange. i'm not looking forward to an entire day of travel. traveling back east always takes all day, often a full 12-24 hours before finding my way into the the restfull comfort of my own bed...wheels. i left indiana late monday, and was thinking about all the wheels that have been of significant presence in my life since. first the wheels of my civic on my way to pick up the bus. then the wheels of the bus, that after three days of intense driving brought me to san diego, three good and one randomly flat upon my arrival. then the wheels of the taxi that took me to the airport in san diego...and the wheels for take off and landing. then my moped and another taxi, my moped again, the taxi to sfo and here i am waiting on some wheels to take me to chicago, then those on the train that will take me to south bend where i'll eventually ride home by the wheels of a car. so many wheels in my life. except for my moped, i'm kinda sick of wheels actually, but appreciate them, of course, non the less. i feel like i'm always moving and never home. it's interseting to think of all the devices that support this constant movement. technology, good walking shoes, good books and music (to keep me sane), tea, warm welcomes and smiling faces after a long haul, and of course wheels. there's a whole bunch more i'm sure, but i'm a whole lot more tired than to elaborate at length right now. i'm so tired, it's 5:00am and i left the the house to head to the airport at 3:30am. i had a fantastic weekend in sf and have a lot to get back to..life just got all busy again, all of a sudden. another photo shoot early tomorrow morning and an interview to finish up and then thanksgiving will be here. i'm looking forward to something, it's not the snow and it might not be today. and now i gotta jet (literally)