Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Oh, The Places You'll Go!
I cannot begin to explain the places that life has taken me in the past few months. I mean, I can barely keep track of and make sense of it all. How can I possibly be expected to put it into words that would be meaningful to others?
I've slept on the porch of a clay pigeon & gun club in rural Colorado. I've set up quarter-mile long slip'n'slides in cities across the country and taught myself to drive a forklift (thank you, YouTube). I showered with toads in Dumas, TX. I've watched two abnormally large dudes come to blows over...nothing? everything? and then make amends by going to an air show. I've riden in a homecoming parade, slept in a fire station (and on the floor of a VFW), been pulled over by military police, watched the sun rise and set over trailer parks and campgrounds across the country, slept next to a meth lab, gone joy riding in a Lamborgini, and that's not even the cliff notes.
I'm still attempting to process things. From slip'n'slides and road trips to new jobs and life decisions, a lot has happened. Thousands of photos have been taken, and sit unedited on an external hard drive, because I've been too busy living life to sift through them. And while I don't yet have the capacity to logically and completely do my story justice, I can tell you this. It's the incredible people in my life that have made every flight, early morning, late night, bump, bruise, and heartache worth it.