I don’t really remember the last time I slept on my own bed lately. I’ve been hitting the road these past couple of weekends, sleeping on hotel beds, stiff mattresses in university dorms and on the floor of a tent, with nothing but sand and rock underneath. I was determined to make this summer a good one, maybe being away from home a lot is starting to wear me down a bit. I’ve got another trip to Victoria this weekend, if I can get through that one then I’ll slow it down. In between my out of town excursions, maybe the other reason is because it’s so damn hot these days, the only refuge I can get from the heat is turning the fan on and sleeping on the couch in the basement. With the television on, it sings me to sleep. Maybe the other reason why I can’t stand my own bed is because of this restlessness that seems to show up when the sun goes down. I don’t know why, but sleeping in my own bed while I’m like this doesn’t help me. Maybe the television is key. Instead of thinking about things, I let the television tell me everything’s going to be OK, that I will soon find sleep tonight. Yeah. Maybe that’s it. It won’t all go away, but at least I can try and take it one night at a time.
News for the ‘Globetrotting’ Category
Random thoughts at 1 AM
I’m sitting in a coffee shop somewhere in downtown San Francisco right now. Decided that I wanted to travel solo here earlier this year. I’ve been meaning to do this for a while now, and I guess partly out of necessity – when I told my friends I was coming down here to run a marathon, they thought I was crazy. And also because I had never traveled on my own before. Being in my late 20’s it was probably long overdue. But after a couple of days into this trip, I’m glad I did it.
It’s not like I don’t enjoy travel companions, and I don’t think I’d recommend this to anyone – some people need to feed off of someone else in order to enjoy new experiences that traveling has to offer. But maybe I’m a little different. I guess it’s because I’m a bit of an introvert, and for most of my life I’ve been a bit of a loner. I don’t have any problems being alone, and the majority of the time I never get bored when I’m by myself. That’s probably why I enjoy running, but anyways.
I also wanted to go out on my own because for a while now, I’m not sure that I’ve been really myself. There’s been a lot going on this past year that I’ve had to try and sort out, I’ve always seen going out of town as a form of therapy. I don’t think I’ve truly disconnected myself from home – impossible – but just for a couple of days, if I could experience living a life different than the one I left behind, then I say mission accomplished.
Tomorrow I’ll be running my first out of town marathon at an ungodly 5:45 AM start time. I love to travel and I love to run. When you combine the two, you get one hell of an adventure.
A European Whirl
Went to Europe, saw some things.
Late night musings
Only because I think sleep is overrated these days:
- I’ll be heading out to San Diego for Comic-Con in a couple of days. If you told me back in April that I’d be relatively stress free and content heading into next week, I wouldn’t have believed you. I’m excited that I’ll actually be able to enjoy this trip with a clear head rather than stressing out about something back home.
- I don’t think anything I’ve done or will do this summer will top the half-marathon I did late last month. Once I collected myself and took it all in at the end, I felt like I could do anything. The only thing that sucked about the event? Pulling my calf muscle and being promptly wheel chaired away from the finish line. Hey, whatever it takes right?
- League of Legends. Evil.
- Am I really ready for another chase? I don’t want to experience another let down, I don’t want to be disappointed anymore and I just want things to work for once.
I like how a simple weekend getaway can serve as a therapeutic escape, like forgetting about life back home. Work. School. People. None of that came into mind while I was out there. All that really mattered was what we were going to eat, where we were going to hit up next and hoping we’d wake up early enough before we thought the day was wasted. When I came home, I remembered it all again. How much work sucked, wondering when I’m going to graduate and stressing out about people in my life. But I guess that doesn’t really matter right now, because no one can truly get away from it all.
But to think a weekend away from here made it seem like nothing mattered at all. That’s a pretty cool thing.
(It’s late, and I’m not sure if this is making any sense)
Things I have learned
I have returned from my trip to Hawaii! What I like about trips like these is that I gain an even bigger perspective of the world around me, seeing things I only thought existed in pictures. For instance, I learned that…
There exists water that actually looks clear and is colored blue rather than green and dark.
Not exactly new but a reaffirming lesson that women in bikinis are a beautiful thing – especially if there’s a Japanese woman in one.
People in Hawaii are short, unless you’re a tourist or just a freak of nature. I wasn’t Shaq tall over there, but I definitely felt Kobe tall.
Pacific Island chicks are hot too. Especially if they’re performing the hula in front of you.
Lava looks cool in person.
Everyone milks the ‘Aloha’ and ‘Mahalo’ greetings. Do Hawaiians actually say that as often as I was believed to? Or do they just do that in front of tourists?
Turtles look cool in person.
Even though paradise was great, I still missed home.
New York New York
Under normal circumstances this really shouldn’t deserve its own post, but hey, I’m so addicted to this new fangled thing here that I’ll write just about anything to make a new post.
Anyways, uploaded the New York pictures my Dad took this summer, which you can see the thumbnails for on the sidebar. They look absolutely amazing, but unfortunately I couldn’t put them all into the widget as the maximum was 10. In the next few days, I’ll see to it that the rest of the pictures can be seen. Dad did good here.
On a completely unrelated note, I just can’t get enough of the new Kanye West album after a week or so since it dropped. ‘Welcome to Heartbreak’ is the new audio orgasm around here, a pleasurable sound to be sure.