Tuesday, June 16. Three days to departure...
In three days I'll be leaving for a 9 day trip I've been anticipating for 9 months. It was conceived and now coming to birth.
And I don't want to go.
This week I've crossed the line in a personal way and the thought of leaving my life in a mess only to come back to who knows what, is scary.
We will be traveling approx. 3500 miles, round trip. Maybe in that time I'll discover myself and what makes me the way I am. Maybe. When I come full circle and arrive home again, will it serve as a metaphor for my life in general? Making big mistakes in life and hurting those around me only to do it again seems to be my lot in life.
I don't want to go, and I don't want to stay. I'm hoping by going in a counter clockwise direction, things done back home will be undone. I know they won't.
Why do we take these journeys? What are we looking for? If we knew, would we find it? Is it out there?
I'm going. My riding buddy is expecting me to. I've made commitments. I will go.
Trip planner next post....