I have flown in an out of the same airport three times in the last year, once for business, once for pleasure, and once because I felt like it was time to come home. I have probably drank about one thousand two hundred and seventy seven cups of coffee in 2015, and only one of those times did it come from fucking Starbucks. I’ve made over ten thousand alcoholic drinks for other people in the past year, and I have probably poured about three hundred of them myself, give or take a hundred.
I took a shot at running down a dream that took me to a place where everyone said it was going to happen, but after thirteen years I took the initiative and chose to make a new dream happen by taking myself out of that place. I have spent a good amount of cash on music that I have listened to over and over again and I don’t feel like that will ever be a waste of money because it inspires me and it keeps me going, and it makes for a great soundtrack to my life.
I have loved and I have lost, but I would never trade the experience or the heartbreak just so I could say I never got hurt. I somehow packed twelve days of clothes into a suitcase made for about ten, but only remembered to pack eleven pairs of underwear. I have given up on the idea of controlling everything around me because over the course of the last week I have realized that that shit doesn’t work for me, and I like having an element of surprise in my life.
I have observed so many random acts of self-less-ness over the past two weeks that I am starting to believe in the honesty and the kindness of the human spirit again…. However, the one thing that is going through my mind is the fact that I am about to embark on a 2,447 mile journey from a place I love, to a place that I used to love, and within a few weeks I will be traveling again to a place that I will learn to love again.
I can’t wait. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch.