That’s okay; no reason you should. I forgive you.

While I’d point out that I was talking about the events of the day after I got back from my trip as “adventures,” not the trip itself, my point remains: it’s all an adventure.

If you let it be. Adventure is in the mind.

On that site you linked to, the writer makes some good points, which I take to heart. But if you can’t find adventure in your own backyard, why imagine you can find it anywhere else? Remember the wisdom of Buckaroo Banzai: No matter where you go - there you are.

Flip it over: every time I go out on the streets of a morning I see homeless people staggering off from a nearby Midnight Mission to whatever it is they do during the day. I promise you that some of them experience more of the raw, the rude, and the dangerous in any given twenty-four hour period than the writer of that MySpace page has in a week, and that’s if you cut and paste. Do you believe they think they’re having adventures? Do you?

(Just as an aside, whoever told that guy it was a good idea to tile his page with any image, not just of a goat, was not a friend.)

It’s still all an adventure.