The name of this blog is now legitimate because after 3 years on the ground, I am finally wandering again! I told myself I wouldn't travel until I finished college, and would focus on my internal journey instead. Which turned out to be one hell of a ride on its own! But anyhoo, the yearning and simultaneous fear of travel has been building and building, to the point where I was having dreams about planes by night, and moments of panic by day... even though I used to fly so frequently, it now suddenly seemed inconceivable.
The only way I got through my last flight from California to home was thanks to my dear friend "Barbara," who took me to a bar beforehand, and dropped me off at the terminal many black Russians later. I vaguely remember staggering on board and making instant friends with the people sitting on either side of me, a thirty-something women and middle-aged man. The latter was consoling me by comparing turbulence to the waves on an ocean as I drifted off to sleep on the former's shoulder. Best flight ever!
So tonight, I tried to re-connect with that emotion, chanting mantras of safety and smoothness to drown out the chatter of anxiety. "The Proposal" and a mini-bottle of vodka helped as well, and before I knew it, we were touching down in the darkness of Iceland! I am now sitting happily and sleep deprivatedly in an internet cafe watching the sun come up, and how I got here was an adventure all on its own. To wandering!
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