I haven't made a trip update since I was in Brooklyn. It seems like a long time for me now, but doing the objective math I left there...72 hours ago. Or less. Currently, I am in Portland, Maine. I don't have much to say about Portland. I will sort my impressions of this leg out in a few days, I am sure.
But I do have something to say about travelling. Travelling for me, in this fashion, is a constant process of waiting for my batteries to go down. Literally and figuratively: right now my iPhone is showing 45%. My camera'a batteries went dead earlier today. I spend a lot of time worrying about where and how to recharge these batteries. And this goes for my figurative batteries as well. Everyday, when I wake up in a strange bed or curled up in a train seat, I wonder if I will have the energy to keep going, to keep walking, to keep smiling through conversations with strangers and queues in impatient places. There are times I think I will give up, but with failure not an option, I just keep on moving.