Jerry, the traveler.
I’ve lived in this town my whole life, and most of the time that’s fine by me. But in late fall when the sky fills with birds migrating south for the winter, traveling thousands of miles, I get homesick for places I’ve never been. Places like Paris during the winter, Amsterdam during the summer, Barcelona during the fall. I often think about what my life would be like if I had the courage to drop almost everything that I own and just pack the essentials, book a one flight travel and hop on the plane. I wonder about the friends I would meet in the hostels in Prague and the girls I’d kiss at the music festivals in Berlin, the little restaurants I would visit during my time in Italy and the songs I would listen to when traveling by train.
— That sounds awesome, I’m gonna write a book someday — said Jerry as he felt dizzy due to the serum in his blood.
He had been laying in a hospital bed for the past 2 years and the odds were against him.
“If I get back up again, I’m gonna travel the world and write a book about it, If I don’t, please transcript these old notebooks and have it published as “In memory to what could have been”