The last two weeks, I've spent reorienting myself with the U.S. and my family in rural Iowa, which is reminiscent of Germany and North Dakota in its quietude and simple beauty. Riding through the sherbet-lit landscape, I pump and glide and feel alive, yet in an alternate universe. Transitioning is as strange as travel itself- waking up unsure of surroundings and not knowing what's next. Anxiety rears its head, but I calm it down by hopping on my wheels and breathing deeply.
I make lists and check things off. Search the internet for jobs, not finding much out there, expanding my searches to more and more states, at the same time thankful for this time with my family and friends. I've barely written since returning, not for lack of thoughts, but mostly to allow myself some time to settle.
Riding the Bicycle Trail
Location: North Liberty & Coralville, IA (semi-suburbs of Iowa City)
In case you're thinking of cycling like a bat out of hell...
All I can figure is Iowa must have extra 20MPH speed limit signs sitting around, because they don't mark the trails (or roads) properly otherwise (so you lose the bike trail all the time at T-intersections). Iowa is a bit speed camera crazy, so next time out, I'm gonna see if they speed camera cyclists too. I wouldn't be surprised.
The bicycle is at least as old as my sister Carrie. That makes me happy.
I found this on Craig's List and didn't notice until I was riding around that it was a "World Tourist" which makes me like her even better.
I've never owned a Schwinn before. It's kind of fun. And I like recycling by buying used things.
Just off the bicycle trail. Every night here the sky enchants before it blacks for the night.
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