salt water and polluted skies
I’ve been back a week now but things have been so busy. I’ve just wanted to decompress, but I’ve been running around too much for that. With the heat and some health issues, I’m just so tired.
In the last month I’ve slept on two different sofa beds, a variety of air mattresses (a hidden nail on my dad’s wall kept popping them!), a bunk in a cabin and a dorm bed. No real beds, though.
I’ve been to Vancouver, Richmond, Surrey/Cloverdale, Horseshoe Bay, Gambier Island, Gibsons, Sechelt, Pender Harbor, Halfmoon Bay, Los Angeles, Hollywood, Anaheim and so on. I’m a world traveler, yo. Ha! Not really.
I camped. I got trained. I watched. I went to Playland, to Disneyland. Theme park after theme park. I danced. I drove a boat. I tried to fish. I saw Nicki, I saw Carrie. I hiked. I hiked some more. I ate and I shopped. I picked berries. I talked and I joked and I learned and I lead. I did drag.
I’ve met so many incredible people and reconnected with others and I can’t stop thinking about any of them. It’s not crushing, it’s “You were fun! You were clever! I can learn so much from you!”. I’m sad they aren’t here, it was nice being so intellectually stimulated all the damn time. And laughing. Laughing so much.
I don’t quite know if it was a good trip. There were constant stresses and a cloud hanging over my emotions a lot of the time. And unfortunately, a certain someone caused me a lot of griedf at all times. And I did a lot of introspection and tried to figure myself out, to get a handle on my life. I probably walked away with more questions than answers, but I also carry with me a lot of knowledge and ideas that I didn’t have before.
So I guess that is a good trip.
On the ferry back with two of my awesome pod members.
In the last month I’ve slept on two different sofa beds, a variety of air mattresses (a hidden nail on my dad’s wall kept popping them!), a bunk in a cabin and a dorm bed. No real beds, though.
I’ve been to Vancouver, Richmond, Surrey/Cloverdale, Horseshoe Bay, Gambier Island, Gibsons, Sechelt, Pender Harbor, Halfmoon Bay, Los Angeles, Hollywood, Anaheim and so on. I’m a world traveler, yo. Ha! Not really.
I camped. I got trained. I watched. I went to Playland, to Disneyland. Theme park after theme park. I danced. I drove a boat. I tried to fish. I saw Nicki, I saw Carrie. I hiked. I hiked some more. I ate and I shopped. I picked berries. I talked and I joked and I learned and I lead. I did drag.
I’ve met so many incredible people and reconnected with others and I can’t stop thinking about any of them. It’s not crushing, it’s “You were fun! You were clever! I can learn so much from you!”. I’m sad they aren’t here, it was nice being so intellectually stimulated all the damn time. And laughing. Laughing so much.
I don’t quite know if it was a good trip. There were constant stresses and a cloud hanging over my emotions a lot of the time. And unfortunately, a certain someone caused me a lot of griedf at all times. And I did a lot of introspection and tried to figure myself out, to get a handle on my life. I probably walked away with more questions than answers, but I also carry with me a lot of knowledge and ideas that I didn’t have before.
So I guess that is a good trip.
On the ferry back with two of my awesome pod members.