Can I get an....

Amen?






Real things to follow.

I would say

that today was a glorious day, but it wasn't.

I put on my clothes,
took off my clothes,
showered and sat back down.

(I'm almost positive my clothes went back on at some point, because, believe it or not, I did leave the apartment.)

we began the day with "sleep well, drive carefully."
who does death cab remind me of?

I drove to the phone store
and, amazingly enough, got a charger
for free
so that I could call you.

It's sad the decay that all things material undergo.
It's sad and yet I can't help but smile.

Too many times I've been roped into feelings of inadequacy.
Nothing that shows, of course.
Nothing shown on the outside.
Nothing that really even affects me more than the occasional
tap on the shoulder, the festering feeling that creeps up on me when I'm feeling down.
I do believe it creeps upon us all.

And then I walked, left several voicemails, including a happy birthday to my grandmother, who celebrates hers just a day before her grandson. I stepped in some mud, and I can't remember if I cursed or not.

I pride myself on being "good" with words. But there are sometimes when I cannot communicate what I feel. And it might be the most frustrating thing. Another example of another time I like pictures. I can't wait to show everyone what I've been doing. I need to process.

I feel like if I made a list right now, not a whole lot would change in 10 more.

I'm no longer a teenager. But I guess the west coast doesn't know that yet.

Oh yeah...


that's that.

We are in Kansas anymore

Well, Chicago was a good time. I have pictures, I'm sure I'll post. I have to keep looking for the rest of them. I don't want to bog your eyes down all in one post, but I may anyway, because honestly, I don't want to post again.

I want to be able to be ready to speak at any moment, while still keeping my sillier thoughts to myself. I want our intelligence to be communicated in mutual way. I want life to be shared as much as no one knows.

I find identification in more than one topic that I see every day.
Being in this van forever, I'm so stationary and mobile at the same time. And yet, there are places that aren't here.

Chicago/Michigan

The road into Chicago was about the longest I've waited for something this tour. Anticipation for some sort of reuniting with good memories. Instead, more were made. It was great to be able to have multiple rolls of film at my disposal. It was glorious weather, walking miles and miles around the city.

I promise I'll get more pictures up. If not for anyone reading, then for myself. To give myself some sort of something.

I made 25 bucks during a shot with a 1 year old in Dubuque, IA.
I made some phone calls in Madison
I made pictures with my camera
I made someone a litle angry
I was made dinner
I made it back to the house we were staying at
I made friends
I made less room on my hard drive
I made myself happy.


Thank the Lord for people in my life.

Jala told me today that Ellie has been playing with my stuffed animal and biting its ear. You have no idea how happy that made me.

goals.
cats.
music.

Love,
cole

I wish there was

more time to spend in Madison. I drove for the better part of today, seeing things that I never have; road I've never traveled on. IT was nice to have the Midwestern road beneath the tires of the Ford Econoline.

I miss you and I've missed you, but it's only a few more days. forgive me for my past. I'm one of those who seek forgiveness. I hope you know how happy it makes me.

pictures when I get around to it.

About to Leave Omaha.

and everybody's scramblin' to get their bags packed, just before 11, local time.

I woke up, reluctantly, to the measly continental breakfast at the first hotel we've stayed at. I went back to bed, kinda.

Put on Death Cab shuffle in my headphones, as the sun turned into California.

We're in Wyoming now. A nice change in scenery on the drive. I didn't think I'd like it much, but apparently it gets worse through Cheyenne. I've a couple new cities to add to the list of those I'm not too fond of. I've watched movies for a while these past days. Enough, enough, time for pictures. I'd write more, but I've been journaling like a madman. so much, in fact, I'll need a new Moleskine come friday.