“The feeling of being in motion again, it’s the most extraordinary thing in the world.”
I’m not even out of Tucson yet when this song lyric jumps into my head. From The Mountain Goats’ Zopilote Machine, “Going to Georgia” isn’t a song that fits with the moment overall (though it’s an absolutely amazing song). But the phrase “being in motion again” is exactly what I want to hear.
There is a feeling that motion provides. Motion, in this case, is a Mercedes shuttle fan going 65 on Interstate 10. And it’s only two hours of motion before I hit Sky Harbor Airport, and I don’t even fly out to Boston for another two days. But it’s motion. It is potential energy becoming kinetic. My possessions are locked in storage, I turned in my keys this morning and for the next three months, it’s all about motion.
So I cue up “Going to Georgia” in the iPod and skip back three times to hear that opening line before I let the song play through. Tucson to Phoenix to Boston to Maine to New York to Philadelphia to Buffalo to Toronto to Denver to Seattle to Portland to San Francisco… I am in motion again. And it’s the most extraordinary feeling in the world.