Europe: ETA 60 Hours


Well, don’t expect 5 more of these, I’m just posting as I think about it.

It’s 11PM; I’m tired, but I’m awake. I’m eager, but I’m reluctant. I’m hungry, but I’m drinking water. I use head and shoulders, but I don’t have dandruff.. exactally. hahah. Yea couldn’t resist that one. I dunno man, the closer this trip gets, the more I just think about how I can’t wait to step on that plane and watch the world fly by me below. Land in a new place I’ve never been before, walk on the streets with my girl that I never knew existed, and take pictures at my heart’s content with that shitty grin I’ve been waiting for.

I’m sitting here writing this from Dad’s computer and starting to get flashbacks to how I felt the first time around. In 2003 I was still living at home, and I remember everything that went through my mind the night before the big day. Anxiety, anxiousness, fear.. everything I could think of. .. at the time i had just broken out of a 3 year relationship and thought my life was over. Little that I knew it was just about to begin. Now sitting here in my home, my true home where I was raised, the last night I’ll spend here before I leave again, it’s strange to think of how the mind works and what will be curiously different yet oddly farmiliar this time around. I’m excited, and I feel so confident that the second I step out of that terminal in England I know I’m going to have that same feeling of overwhelming joy that completley took me by supprise the first time I took a chance, and checked one more thing of the to-do list of life.

Maybe I’m just tired and felt like writing, but there’s some truth to all of this. I know how much the first time traveling abroad changed my life when I returned home, i long for that feeling again. I’m looking forward to waking up in the morning with a greater outlook in life. I want to explore the artistic talents I know I have but am always too shy to challenge. I want to feel confident that the work I produce is not just good, but great. I want to expierence the easier version of life again, not the expensive, robust & time-consuming version I keep falling into. And most importantly, i want to enjoy 25 while I still have the age in my heart & the $ in my back pocket.

But first, I must sleep.

Look out, yo. Here I come.


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