Pushing the limits

I go for these bike rides every couple of days partially up into the mountains in order to sit by one of the many creeks that flow here. I find them to be very peaceful to sit next to and think. The noise of the flowing water makes me feel less embarrassed if I slip up and actually verbalize some of my thoughts. (There are not even 1 million people in this state, what the heck am I worried about?)

As I was biking away from Trout Creek the other evening, I thought to myself (or did I say it?) how beautiful of a spot that was. I never would have seen that spot if not for this whole thing. I never would have made it to such a remote and placid place. But then I thought that it isn’t that remote of a place because it is right off of a road. How remote can any place be if it is right off a road? I was slightly upset that this beautiful spot was not in the farthest away of locations.

But that’s silly. I’m in MONTANA for crying out loud. Everything out here is remote.

I think that’s one of my biggest issues. I have trouble being satisfied with the place that I am living. Last summer I lived in Boston. Well, actually, I lived in Allston. Allston is a neighboring town of Boston, but you could walk between the two and not know you were in differently named places. But see, when I was living in Allston, I always had the desire to be more down town. I would be happy to make it as far east as Kenmore on a walk because that actually felt like I was in the city.

This past year I lived in South Campus (right near Fenway). Walking to Kenmore from there did NOT feel like I was in the city. It was too close to home to be really down town.

In London I was unsatisfied to hang around South Kensington (the richest section of London) simply because it was where I was living. I wanted to be “out” in the city. Whatever that means.

When living in cities, I always seem to desire to be more in “it.” Now that I am out here in “God’s country,” as a woman I met while reporting calls it, I want to be more out of “it.” I can’t really explain why, nor do I really want to rid myself of that feeling. I kind of like it. It gets at my curiosity and forces me to never be satisfied. Some may look at that as a bad thing, but I see it as motivation. Here’s to pushing the inner and outer limits.

Comments welcome,

Andrew

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