August 19, 2010 § Leave a comment
My epic summer of travel is finally winding down. I’ve kayaked in Vietnamese bays, fist pumped in Mexican clubs, and rode horses in the rusted canyons of Colorado. And this weekend will be one of my last stepping stones before another one of those “first days of school.”
Tonight, I started setting things aside for my upcoming weekend in New Hampshire, a trip I’d planned with some of my closest friends months ago. After ignoring my suitcase for nearly a week, I unpacked from Colorado and transferred items from one bag to another, from one adventure to the next. It seems like I’ve been doing so much of that over the past few months.
I started to wonder if packing had become second nature to me, or if it seemed so only because I’d never fully unpacked from any of my other travel affairs. Indeed, the last two months have been filled with sunny days, lighthearted smiles, a carry-on, and a camera bag — a vagabond summer that happened all too fast.
At the end of this whirlwind season of transition, I’m exhausted from all the packing and unpacking, from all the different sights and sounds I’ve encountered, from coping with all the time zones and the altitude shifts — these experiences, surprisingly, have made home seem new again. This summer has made solid ground seem exciting, and I can’t wait to get back to it — to return to New York and New Jersey not knowing the next time I’ll leave. To return to a place I never left and constantly leave, now knowing what I missed, what I could live without, and what I’d like to explore.
It all seems the same, but unbelievably new — another beginning, in a new apartment, in a new part of town, with a new career ahead of me. Tomorrow’s become today, and I’ve got the pages of my journal to fill with new dreams to make real.