Before I moved to Europe, I had a rhythm of life I had settled into and enjoyed. Then I abandoned that for adventure, and I found a new rhythm to enjoy as I explored and grew and learned and experienced. Then there was a whirlwhind chain of events from November to June which saw me move from one continent to another, holiday in a third, then photograph the most staggering motorsport event I’ve been to yet, and now I feel like a drummer who’s just sitting down staring at a drumset with no sticks.
I haven’t written anything here in a while. Not because nothing’s been happening, precisely the opposite in fact. I did some last-minute tourism in Europe, moved back to the US, started a temporary job Philadelphia, holidayed in Australia, caught up with friends, witnessed the Isle of Man TT Races, and have lately been just trying to collect myself and figure out what the heck I want to do with my life next. It hasn’t left me with a large surplus of energy, and I kind of wish I had taken 3 or 4 months off from work to just…recharge.