On top of Half Dome in Yosemite |
Apart from travelling from Santa Fe to the Grand Canyon with
some backpackers and having a friend in LA join me for the drive up the coast
to San Francisco, the trip was done on my own with a lot of time to myself,
which I still prefer for the flexibility and opportunity for meeting new
strangers. The solitude at times got to me, but they were also the most
memorable.
What struck me most aside from the great scenery of the west
were the people I came across. In Salt
Lake City I shared a meal with Shawn, a 40 year old man who spilled his guts
about his rocky relationship with his son and ex-wives, his numerous arrests
for drug use and his experiences as a homeless man in Utah after hitting rock
bottom. For a short moment, we
celebrated the fact that he scored an apartment in SLC and was crawling his way
back to what was a normal life. He was
hopeful, but I sensed hesitation on his part that he would make another
preventable mistake and alienate more people from his life. The people of America may be some of
the most interesting in the world, for the range of opportunity, diversity and
consequently, experiences people have. Living abroad the past few years I created so
many biases against Americans as small minded, religious people who refused to
travel and consumed to find false security.
Some of this holds water, but I realized that was unfair and ignorant of
me to come to such a conclusion. America
has more to see than a lifetime could contain, so I understand why people don’t
have passports.
It dawned on me that the reason I traveled so much whilst
living in Australia was to escape my life there. I had a job I enjoyed paying me a 150k salary,
beaches nearby, exotic vacations and everything on paper that seemed right, but
I was missing my family and those friends I would be willing to stand in front
of a train for.
So here I am in Houston hours before my next flight to Holland
to start another journey across the world to traverse 10 countries over the
next few months, but the level of excitement is low because I don’t feel the
need to escape my life here anymore. My relationship with my family is solid and
the handful of friends I love are here or very close by. If anything, I have a sense of guilt that I’m
leaving selfishly while my sister is on the last leg of recovering from cancer
and my dad is in a hospital for his advanced Parkinson’s.
Dare I say the travel bug is fast asleep inside of me now? I’ll see when I land in Europe tomorrow.