When I started this blog 3 months ago, Australia seemed close. It felt big and far and full of possibility.
Last week, as I watched my (ex) roommate pack her belongings and prepare for her new, solo “grown-up” life downtown, I thought again about how close it felt. I’d just spent 3 nights at a hotel in a new city, running around a festival on my own, for the most part, and I was exhausted. I just wanted to be somewhere familiar. It was suffocating to think about. It came crashing down all at once — I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t sleep; I couldn’t even drink for fear I’d lose it.
Then a funny thing happened. It passed.
In Chicago, I met people Friday and felt part of a gang by Saturday. By Sunday night, the hotel room started to feel a bit like home. And dude, in contrast, New York smelled bad.
As the reasons to go are making themselves ever more present, the distance I want — need — is more necessary than ever.
In other words…I’m ready.