However, there is a darker side to my journey; whenever I travel I always feel like I’m going to die.
“Eric,” you pipe-in, “do you think someone will hijack your plane?”
No, dear reader, I do not fear death by hijacker, crash, or even suddenly getting sucked down a depressurized toilet. No, I simply think that I will suddenly cease being. When this thought started I am not certain, but it assuredly is connected with being alone in a large crowd.
Late last month, whilst traveling north to visit my friend Haley in San Francisco, I wrote:
“…I suddenly have this fear that this will be the last thing I ever write… that this will need to convey m love to those I leave behind…”
Haley has little to do with death, as she is so young
What brought this sudden awareness of death about?
Perhaps it is growing because my travels signify saying farewells to people. How many more times will I make the trip down the coast to see friends and family in San Diego? After visiting San Luis later next week, when will I go to Linnaea’s again!?
“Eric, do you think this is just part of growing up?” you tenderly ask.
I think so, dear reader, I think so. I think part of my growing up is accepting my transience, and the fact my friends are transients as well.
This is why journeys with friends like Nick and Joey are so appreciated. None of us really have homes at the moment, and our placelessness allows for us to be truly present with one another. Okay! This is too Sencha for this blog.
Despite popular opinion, Joey is not from Lord of the Rings
Where am I going with all of this?
Death isn’t so bad. Maybe it’s a metaphor—maybe it’s not. You decide. But yes, I am indeed traveling.
1 comments:
There has got to be a better photo of us (me) than one where we are both wasted. But you said I was young, so all is forgiven.
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