California on the right.
I’m sitting in an airport outside San Francisco waiting for my flight to be delayed or cancelled. I’ve set foot in two oceans seperated by thousands of miles in the span of a fortnight. I’ve seen my brother for the first time in months, I’ve put together a pretty killer bit of design and made new friends and most of what I can think about is how much longer I have to be next to strangers and use a different bathroom every single time I need to make water.The prevailing notion seems to be that travelling opens your mind. I am finding the opposite to be true. I am, as I’ve only recently begun to fully understand or accept, an introvert. Being in new places with new people drains me as swiftly as a tub without a plug.
The finest time I had on this trip was with my brother Oliver. We drove up the coast along route 1, we ate junkfood, we smoked weed and we collaborated for the first time as fully functioning adults with opinions and abilities.
I don’t believe we said more than two sentences to anyone else in as many days.
I don’t think I’ll say one word to anyone who doesn’t live in my house for a month, once I’m home.
That’s not true, I have several meetings this week.
I don’t believe we said more than two sentences to anyone else in as many days.
I don’t think I’ll say one word to anyone who doesn’t live in my house for a month, once I’m home.
That’s not true, I have several meetings this week.
