Transit.....

I’ve been reading a lot lately. Books about things, books about places, books about people’s self actualizing journeys across the globe, books that make me …….feel. And I feel like I’ve left my fair share of footsteps throughout the world’s continents but every time I find myself back home ….. and I always want more. I start thinking, fantasizing, and planning these epic journeys in my mind. These thoughts fill my dreams, they fill my days, man they fuel my daydreams and they send me off into tangent thinking throughout my entire day.

I don’t actually believe in empty moments……you know? Those moments when you ask someone, “Hey what are you thinking about” and they respond “Oh, nothing.” I don’t think I have ever had an “Oh, nothing” moment in my entire life. I mean, really, are there actual moments where your mind just sits on a bench and takes a break. That’s a reality, or is it just a notion? I mean hell, if my thoughts took a break maybe I wouldn’t be so hyped up every single waking moment. I feel like if something isn’t on my mind, or I’m not thinking about something then I’m wasting ……space? I don’t know, I feel restless, I feel strange. I have too many ideas, and creations throughout one day that I cant even write fast enough to catch them before I forget they even existed somewhere in my cerebral world.  My mind must be exhausted.

So any way’s these books I’ve been reading. This one specifically that I’m reading right now by Stevenson is called Grounded it’s about this couple that lives in DC. They become completely bored with their daily routine, the same coffee shops every morning, the same tired conversations with co-workers they have nothing in common with, the same bars visited when they need to relieve stress. So they pick up, they quit their jobs, they take all their belongings and they store them. They decide to circumnavigate the world without any air transportation. Believe me the book reveals some interesting stories when it comes to travelling the courses of seven seas. Anyhow the book is just another catalyst for my mind to catch a wave on another wavering tangent. I feel like, yes, I do travel a bit, yes I am lucky to have seen what I have, but I want more.

Maybe these 2 to 3 month backpacking trips are just preparing me for something bigger. Maybe after my winter season in Vail I can save up and really take a trip. One where I load up all my important belongings, sell the rest and just hit the road. Where too you ask? No clue, my ideas on that change every day. Especially when it comes to reading travel books or checking out travel sites. I can always see myself in every examined destination.

 Reading about surfing in Bali totally relates to me because I could see myself out in the ocean waiting to catch the perfect wave until sunset, only coming in to grab a plate of traditional Balinese food on the beach. Waiting around to watch the monkeys hop around while trying to scam me out of my food. Then again reading about working a boarding season in France is totally up my alley as well, because there’s nothing more amazing than spending days waking early and hitting fresh powder until your legs go numb. Or I could easily see myself chasing music festivals across the world, and working in the crew schlepping music farers around the festival grounds on a golf cart with three well working wheels, and one ancient wooden one.

I want to go somewhere different, I mean completely out of my element. I want to go somewhere! Somewhere where my mind, my body, and my ideas are challenged and I’m completely out of my norm. Where too then…..where too?