26 flight hours. 36 in transit. Four Cities. Six Unnecessary airplane meals… okay maybe three were necessary. One movie watched. Maybe a thousand photos edited, and the same number of words written. A few small talk conversations. A few airport explorations. A few drops of familiar London rain. A few hundred songs listened to… some multiple times.
What does it feel like to become a new person, to change? Surely it doesn’t happen all at once. Surely you can’t actually identify the feeling. But I still feel as though I do; that with every further mile I fly away from home, the further I am from who I was when I was there.
I know I won’t be the same when I return, but surely I haven’t changed yet. We’re all crammed into this suspended metal tube in the air; it seems to stop time as it goes. But the landscape turns from black to blue to pink to tangerine outside, the sign of a total new day. What day is it again? I think I left a day ago, probably two.
How does it feel to constantly leave everything behind, in pursuit of your dreams? Your friends and family mean more than they ever have, yet here you are and there they are. Friends gained, friends lost, you miss them all. Will they always know you love them? You’re leaving again, already?
The light outside is pink, the destination draws nearer. The dirt appears red, the clouds hang low. A new country, a new place, a dream soon to be fulfilled… and posted on the computer so everyone will know.
6 months will go fast; it always does. But just like endings, beginnings are hard, and life unapologetically trudges on. Is back there where I belong, or is it here inside this tube? Sometimes I think it’s nowhere, sometimes I know it’s everywhere all at once.
Seven more countries, possibly nine, probably twelve. A citizen of the world is what I have become, it’s what I’ve always wanted. But all of a sudden I don’t fit in any particular place, besides with people like me. You can find us in hostels, beers in our hand. You can find us in tents in the wilderness, passing stories not judgement. How can we make the whole world like this?
To change yourself, you must change the world… or, wait, is it the other way around? I’d like to change both, but how, what… it’s too profound. To start small and end big is the ultimate goal. If I figure it out, I’ll let you all know.