This may be the first time I am overwhelmingly scared. Three more days left in the US and I have an unbearable dissonance scratching every thought, looking at Monday as if none of that exists. I’ve never been this far removed from the realm of family/friend comfort, and now I see that ledge only a few steps ahead, knowing that I’ll have to figure a way to stay adrift, unanchored. Mix Traveler’s Anxiety with the fact that almost all of my friends are graduating, and I’ve concocted a poison of desolation wrapped in the pretext that, perhaps, I’m doing the right thing.

But maybe… maybe that’s what adventure is about: the feeling of bleak solidarity, walking into the unseen, and learning through experience. Pathei Mathos. 

Sometimes I think about what a crazy idea this is. This is all so fucking crazy.

Crazy ideas. Don’t you just love those?