One of the good things about moving around the US like this is that you get to see the best features of many different cities. Denver has diagonal crosswalks in its downtown streets. Portland has a Free Square within which all the public transportation costs nothing. In Ashland, drivers, including truck drivers, stop for all pedestrians, even at green lights. In Austin, I lost my preconceptions about Texas driving, when I saw several pickups back out of driveways like they were putting babies to bed.

And the air and water are different, too. If I’d never gone to Ithaca, I’d never know how curly my hair could be, and if I’d never come to Denver, I’d never know the true meaning of dry skin.

I moved into my new apartment yesterday, with all the cast, which is why I’m musing on the nature of travel. I have a Murphy bed which folds down out of the wall, three closets, and a view of downtown. It took me about twenty minutes to figure out where the bed was. When it’s unfolded, I sleep on a slight rake, with my feet lower than my head. It makes me feel like I’m camped out on the slopes of some mountain with the Fellowship. This may also be because I’m on the sixth floor, which is the highest up I’ve ever lived.

My brother just arrived in Atlanta, and left me a message saying so – and wishing me well in “Denver, or wherever you are.”

Theater, or Wherever You Are.

By the way, my friend Alex, who I’ve known since I was 14, is tied with me for the number of cities we’ve both been in in 2008. (He’s a lawyer.) I knew there was a correlation between our professions.