The last twelve hours have changed me like none before.
Travelling may just be behind me.
Such small choices
(at first act)
with major consequences.
Work late
Sleep in
Hitchhike from Kalamazoo to Ann Arbor
End up in East Jackson
with a sobering fear of becoming normal.
Note that said normality sounds much more attractive
than ever before in my short life.
My ethos has taken a complete 180 degree
I'm sipping on a mcdonald's coffee
sitting under a metal awning
on the side of a mobil gas station.
The wind has changed from the westerlies
to rushing from the south
(with rain in it's mouth).
My hands are cold but not cold enough
to completely destroy
whatever sense of good handwriting
I might have had.
I am waiting for my grandfather
who is secretly my role model.
The following are outlined points
drawn from my recent reflection:
a) I do not especially enjoy travelling alone.
b) Travelling alone in the country is terrifying.
c) I am a very impatient individual.
d) I tend to romanticize the awful aspects (increasingly so as said events are further away in time)
e) Perhaps the uncertainty of the life that I am living will kill me, if not the risks themselves.
f) A cellular phone is necessary if I ever make the ill-advised decision to give this another go.
g) These are the circumstances that help me to realize how important my loved ones are to me.
h) In fact, anything familiar is comforting.
i) Loving people is a truly difficult endeavor. Loving them only when they love you is not enough. That is the easiest part.
