i am exactly and approximately 17 miles and 22 minutes into my road trip. visiting cayucos and my brown butter cookie company co-workers. needing a break from the little water droplets i feel welling up every couple of minutes.
up until actually leaving today, i came to realize how if must feel knowing that you are going to die so far in advance. preparing all of your things, making sure to leave behind what can be managed, and taking with you everything personal and identity important. seeing all of the sad faces of missing while trying to wish you the best. looking at every experience as if it might be the last time...well i'm here to answer that old question: if i could know the time and way that i was going to die [not that you're asking], i wouldn't want to know.
this will be the first time since i was 14 that i will not have a job and school, or two, or three jobs and school, or more than forty hours a week of commitment. so here's to all of the exciting texts and emails wishing me 'safe travels' and 'see you soons'...that's what i'll be doing! you keep me exploring and loving every minute.
travel resolutions:
1. to send at least one post card each day
2. that a place will not be considered visited unless i step foot into or on it
3. that i will run 2mi or cycle 10mi each day [because i must keep my body fit while my mind is
searching it's curiosity and soul it's adventure]
4. to floss twice a day, but i'm saying nothing about showering or brushing...those require water
5. to take at least 10 pictures, though i imagine it will be more on the count of hundreds daily
6. and to stop thinking about weeks from now, let alone tomorrow. i'm living for today!
The best thing about trips like these is that when you go somewhere where no one knows you, you take a look around and find yourself...
ReplyDeletecheers and safe travels.
-L