I was reticent to leave New York this past weekend when I still have so much packing to do, and I still haven't found a place to move my stuff to two weeks from now. But I'd been wanting to go down to Bucks County for a little small town escape, and this seemed to be the last chance I could do it before complete and utter upheaval took over.
It turns out, it was just what I needed.
What can make me happy, despite hemorrhaging savings, joblessness, homelessness, loneliness and heartbreak?
Fireworks so close you can not only see their mirror image in the river below, but also the explosion off the barge from which they're launched.
A hike up historic Bowman's Hill through a wildflower preserve to an observation tower.
A bike ride along the Delaware Raritan Canal past various bridges, mills, tracks, milestones and other vestiges from the old railway.
Four hours in the sun on a farm perfecting my aim with a .22 caliber rifle.
I'd been locked up in my Manhattan apartment too long, surrounded by boxes, staring intently at Craig's List and waiting for new emails to come in or the phone to ring. I had to get out and live for a couple of days.
And now I'm back. I don't have a renewed sense of optimism or purpose as I'd hoped. But at least I got a couple of days off from my life...
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