All I want to do is cycle. I want to ride everyday as far as I can and as fast as I can. When I cycle I get to see so many things, it gets me outside in the pretty countryside. It allows me to push myself. I always feel accomplished after a good ride. Lately, if I’m not on a bike, I’m thinking about riding or something bike related.
The problem is, I don’t have a bike. I’ve been riding my father’s bike and I’ve decided I’m going to fix it up and give it to my brother for his birthday. I know he wants it. It’s now in my basement completely disassembled. I’ve been wanting a new bike for the longest time now. I know it will be a great investment. I love riding, it will keep me in good shape, and a nice bike will last me a long time if I play my cards correctly. I’m not even close to having enough money for the type of bike I want. I have to wait until I start my internship next week, then I’ll be bringing in a good amount of money.
Until I get a bike, it will be like I’m caught in some sort of limbo. I don’t have much money, I don’t have any friends here at home, and unfortunately I’m caught up on cycling to the point I don’t want anything to do with my other hobbies. Cycling is my escape, and I can’t ride.
I’m usually so good at being happy on my own. I have been in the past. I think coming home from Ship, where I met all of my friends, where I found myself, where I had so much fun, is making it a little hard. I’m still pretty content. I’m contented most of the time, I just know I’m not as happy as I was, as I could be.
This may be the most beautiful, comforting description of death. It’s not even the slightest bit morbid. I love it.
Usually I hate rain. But today it was fun. I was riding around downtown Lancaster with a good friend and it started pouring. It made for an exciting ride. It was a good experience. =] And now all my gear is SOAKED.
