I’m Done
So I really fell apart at the end with the blogging. I think some of it has to do with how I handled the ending of this trip emotionally.
The ride to the border of Mexico didn’t go down at all like I had imagined it a million times over. I had always pictured it being this big amazing moment accompanied by fireworks, strangers cheering me on, and an overly emotional George W. Bush standing in front of a “Mission Accomplished” banner, arm cocked, giving me a presidential quality thumbs up. Well none of that happened.
It was quite the opposite actually. I felt very little. It concerned me that I felt so dead inside when this should be a really grand event. What that means, is that what I envisioned as one big moment was actually a lot of moments spread out. By the time I reached the finish line, It didn’t really matter anymore. My goal was never to see the border of mexico, my goal was to reach the border of Mexico. The importance of the border wasnt the geopolitical line in the sand. I was looking at it wrong all along.
The finish line represented the end of my goals. I have nothing to work towards. I stand in the midst of a black hole right now, until I am able to refocus myself. As unsettling as it is, I know that’s ok. Like a dog chasing a car, I have no idea what to do that I’ve caught it.
I’m nervous about a “come down” period on the horizon. I fear that spending all of my time doing exactly what I want, when ever I want, answering to no one, and all of the awesome stuff that’s happened, “regular” life will be an adjustment. Only time will tell. I really do miss everyone I love, and am excited to see them, don’t mistake that. It’s just that not every day can be as good as some of the ones I’ve had. that’s what makes them so special, and why I will remember them forever.