One: Takeoff
I think I was more anxious about leaving my mother than she was about letting her nineteen year old traipse around the globe for two months. But regressive anxieties aside, I know this is what I want to do and what I’ve dreamt of for many years. I have no commitments, few expectations, and supportive family. What more could I ask for? My last day in the bay (until August) was perfect. I got to see some of my friends, drove up the gorgeous Highway One, tried outerlands, had the Castro theater experience, and spent time at sutro baths before I left. My backpack weighs a ton (or 42.2 pounds, but lifting it is no simple feat). I’ve been lucky with airports so far and managed to get to New York a couple hours early. I got to pass through the gritty Queens, which reminds me of some random parts of San Francisco. Not sure I need to visit Queens again. I’m currently making my way toward LonGuyLand to be reunited with my cawfee-drinking, dawg-loving, barbie soul sister. And her family, because there is never a dull moment among the Zmooses.
