Well, I’m off. My cross continent bike ride is now underway. Many people have asked why I’m doing this, if you have to ask than my answer (“Because I never have before”) may not be satisfactory but it is the closest thing to the truth.
I still don’t know exactly how my blog updating will go, it will likely vary depending on what and where I am. My path has changed several times in the last week and the one posted is sort of accurate at this point. My path will likely change many times before I jump into that beautiful Pacific ocean.
I hope anyone reading this finds something of value in my writings throughout this journey. If you feel drunk or generous I will gladly accept gifts to my PayPal account (email@example.com) to help keep calories in my body during the ride. Any money I don’t use will be returned when I arrive. I would also love more music, I have made a playlist on Spotify called “Ride 3 – Neiger” that is now collaborative. Feel free to add music to that or send me playlists/bands that you think are awesome.
Anyway, this post is getting long. Thank you everyone for an amazing three years in Washington DC. I have made lifelong friends that have helped me grow in ways I never thought possible. I am sure many lessons from my time here will come out during this ride but there is one story I want to share briefly right now.
There was once a time in a kitchen last summer where a dear friend of mine kissed me. It was awkward… she was embarrassed… but it is now a funny story that has brought us together. She is someone I love dearly and I wouldn’t change for the world. I will miss her terribly but I know she will be with me forever.
So, what’s the moral of the story? I don’t know what it is for you, but for me the moral is “kiss someone, it’s worth it”.