a funny thing happened outside,

while I was having a cigarette in the cold East Jerusalem rain.

my 2010 being one of adventure,

I asked for this.

but also one of worry less about bucks, nuggets and pennies from heaven.

there’s always the worry,

no matter who temporarily vacates,

of having enough once you’re there.

‘I’d like to do this.’

‘I’d like to see that.’

but the things I like to do most,

are

travel and take pictures,

write

and drink beer with my friends and family.

the photos are free to take – we’ve even seen them help me along my way.

writing is free, or would be if I wasn’t so obsessed with having a Moleskine.

and while I’m very, very lucky to have good people in my life all over,

the majority of those close always end up being far away from my guidebook map.

which means there’s only my gallivanting left.

[or is it 'galavanting'? I don't know, really.]

the things I have to pay to see rarely end up being worth having to pay to see,

so, at the end of it all, I like showing up.

she once told me that’s what I was best at.

meaning I feel, I hope, I think,

that it’s becoming more-and-more a case of

‘do I have enough to get there?’

as opposed to the aforementioned.

[I think that's my favorite word, 'aforementioned' or 'cake', one of those]

so, will I have enough to get to Africa?

yes.

and something tells me, perhaps the past 10 years or so,

that the rest, the tomorrows

seem to take care of themselves.

and that’s exciting.

I’m excited.

because, well…

tomorrows have been happening for a long, long time.