Today, it was harder getting out of the building. I had to think on it for a second and then it hit me.
The enormity of my most recent journey is starting to sink in. I'm on a different fucking CONTINENT and in an apartment ALONE and somehow able to feed myself by saying "Bonjour", and "deux croissant".
HOLY EFFING SHIT!
Mind you, this is not a "What have I done?" type of panic. This is just your everyday "Holy shit, I'm really here, what the hell, Oh my God!" type of panic.
...ON A DIFFERENT FUCKING CONTINENT...
WHAAAT?????
So, today I found myself a little more reticent to leave the apartment. Seeing as I went out yesterday with no issue, you'd think this wouldn't be much of a problem. But something in my gut hiccuped. It didn't grip me in intensity, but it did make me wait for a second, and to take it in YET AGAIN...I AM ON ANOTHER CONTINENT IN A STRANGER (A VERY NICE STRANGER)'s APARTMENT AND TRYING NOT TO LOOK LIKE A COMPLETE AND UTTER WEIRDO AS I TRY AND ALTER THE COURSE OF MY REALITY...which when you think about it, I've done just showing up here. But OH MY FREAKIN' GOD!
So...A little reality is starting to settle in. It's not yet been 72 hours since my arrival, and I have...oh...approximately 647 hours left...so, yeah. Somethings going to change. For the good, I'm sure.
But, wow.
I'm in fucking France.
Thanks for stickin' in with me...
J
I completely identify with this feeling. It happened to me on my first trip to England after over 20 years of just little jaunts to Disneyland or Lake Tahoe. I stood in the doorway of the cottage and could not will my legs to move forward! The realization of just how far I had traveled, coupled with the fact that I had actually made the trip, creating this overwhelming, silly (now) fear of what I had done to myself. Finally, I whacked my right forward with my hand and stepped out the door to explore the village. And I never looked back. It's so awesome you're on this adventure; soak it all up and wallow in every minute!
Posted by: Doug Brees | 07/29/2013 at 12:30 PM