As of today, September 2nd, 2013, just one day short of the 6 month mark, we are cancelling our remaining dates and going home to Michigan.
Please don’t be mad at New Jersey. New Jersey did not kill Pie It Forward. Pie It Forward has been limping along, mortally wounded, for quite some time now. It was just today, in Montclair or Montcalm or Mont-something, that I finally reached my breaking point and said it’s over.
There have been large problems all along, which I did not bring attention to on the blog. People wanted to hear positive, uplifting things. I didn’t want to alienate readers with bad news.
Most of you know about my injured right hand, which is probably a connective tissue strain. I keep re-injuring it. What no one has heard about before now is my persistent breathing problems, which I’m afraid might be asthma, and the anxiety-panic thing that happens nearly every time I have to interact with large crowds in small spaces such as gas stations and convenience stores.
Automotive problems are another issue. We snapped the emergency brake back in Topeka and have never had enough money to get it fixed. I backed into a pole and snapped the side mirror in Asheville. We drove through all of Oklahoma, Texas and Louisiana in the peak of summer heat with no air conditioning.
I had expectations on this trip, expectations that have largely proved to be unrealistic.
Every time I posted on reddit, I hoped we would finally get enough upvotes to go viral.
Every time a local news station picked us up at one of our events, I hoped the big networks would get a hold of our story and we’d finally go national.
A reporter from Huffington Post emailed us about a story, then apparently lost interest, as we never heard from her again.
We did an interview with a newspaper from Japan, but due to our parking problems in DC, we missed our opportunity to meet them in person and get photographed.
I had hoped after 6 months on the road, people would be coming to us with offers to host, but it’s largely been the opposite. The twice or thrice weekly search for hosts has proved exhausting.
We’ve made promises we are now breaking, and for that I am truly sorry. I wanted to go to New York City. I wanted to go to Rockaway Beach, to give pie to Hurricane Sandy survivors. I wanted to go to Newtown Connecticut to give pie to the grieving families and friends of the massacre last December. But I just can’t sustain this road trip any longer.
The trolls and haters have expertly exploited my biggest fear on this trip – that no one really cares what we’re doing, and that we’re annoying everyone, and that we’re just a lazy bunch of beggars and panhandlers.
At this point, I have no hope of ever opening a pie-themed donation-based cafe. Why would people give us the money we need to open a restaurant when we can’t even make a road trip work?
I don’t know what to do with the facebook page or the twitter feed.
If you donated to our road trip at any point and you would like your money back, please send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject line “Refund.” I will be cross referencing every email with our paypal records. I want to start paying people back as soon as possible, but refunds will have to wait until I have found some kind of employment.
Thank you and I’m sorry.