Hey, it’s time for another un-spellchecked field entry! I’ve got about three hours before my flight leaves and forty minutes of internet time and here we all are today.
I don’t want to come home. I’m this close to throwing away my ticket and going back to Como and living there forever. You’d be welcome to visit me there, of course…because Lake Como is the most beautiful place in the world and because I think I left my heart there when I left the hostel this morning at FIVE in order to catch my five-twenty bus for the airport. I have, right now, no desire to return to my house and my work and the giant pile of laundry that awaits me…I want to just keep going, keep going.
At the hostel I met all sorts of people who were on much longer trips and I could do nothing to suppress my envy. I felt like such a stupid working stiff, all on my little two week vacation from my boring reality. It was so humbling to meet people who had been everywhere and were going to go everywhere else. My passport that I got when I was twenty and had long hair and was dark brown expires next year and it’s almost completely empty and what am I supposed to do, quit my job and default my loans and just take off and never come home ever again?
Well, yes, that does seem the most attractive option right now.
Don’t mind me. It’s still very early in the morning and I’ve spent two hours on a bus so far and have fourteen more on planes and in airports to look forward to and clearly I am emotionally loopy right now. I’m tired and freaked out and sad and slightly smelly and this keyboard is driving me mad and all I can think about is the lake and the mountains and feeling the best and most free part of myself twenty-four hours a day. I don’t want to give that up.
I’m planning to have my next entry be a little more coherent and tomaybe inlclude some pictures (“And here is another picture of an imposing castle that is either in France, Switzerland, or Italy,you decide). I know I’m going to be happy to sleep in my own bed and go to a zombie drve-in movie with Mrs. Roboto and our various significant others and still have a weekend before I have to start seeing patients at work. I know this is my head, of course, and it’s all going to be fine, but you have no idea how badly I want to get on a train right now and just keep going and keep living this dream time I’ve been in.