Between the somewhat exhausting task of jogging my memory for the details of my East Coast Chronicles and my present state of affairs, the on-going effort to get my shit together, I'm trying my best to stay focused. The composition of my travel log provokes inevitable introspect and homesickness. Autumn is a concept that doesn't quite fit into the reality of Austin, and I find myself in daydreams reminiscing with cool breezes and pumpkin patches. I don't know if I can continue to live without seasons. Autumn has been the hardest, and another winter without any interaction with snow might force me to reevaluate and hit the road. Until then, I guess I'll just continue to dream and make the most of it.