When I started this whole thing, in the summer of 2005, I had no idea where it was going. From the moment that I stepped out of my ill-fated Chrysler Pacifica (may she rest in peace :-/ ) in Belton, Indiana on that beautiful, perfect day, everything’s been different. Not bad, mind you…Just different.
As I’ve hinted at in a couple posts, I seem to be traveling in two distinct ways. My trips back to my own past and body have had subtle, but significant effect on my life today. If my traveling were limited to that, I think I’d be much more comfortable with it all. But it’s not limited to that kind of travel, and I know from the events of that day in 2005 that sometime in this year I’ll be taking the longest leap so far, all the way back to 1933.
To be honest, that scares the you-know-what out of me.
Though I haven’t covered it in the telling of the whole story yet, I’ve done a great amount of research trying to find out everything I can about my trip back there. I know exactly when I’ll show up in 1933, I just don’t know from when I’ll depart from 2008. I just know from my Grandfather’s letter that I’m “anchored” in 2008.
The use of the word “anchored” is interesting, and suggests to me that my trip back there isn’t an isolated one, despite my concern that I wouldn’t be able to get back to 2008. But then again, I realize that language changes subtly over time (and the 75 years between 1933 and 2008 could change linguistics a lot) so that particular word may not mean anything at all.
So I wait. And I prepare to suddenly find myself in 1933.
I’ll try harder to update this blog as frequently as I can, so any long gap (or cessation of new content) would be meaningful to my wonderful and supportive readers. I don’t want to leave you hanging, and I certainly want to give you (and me) a satisfying end to this story.
Very interesting so far… have been following since inception..always waiting for the next update.
Thanks, TS!