| | My mother signed up for the Park Ranger program this summer, and is currently stationed in Fort Davis, Texas. I remember going to McDonald Observatory as a child, but I can't recall anything about the Fort, (if there was ever anything to recall.) I was pretty bummed that the Sag didn't wanna join me for the 4th of July celebrations being held there this weekend, (drum duty calls,) but the more I think about it, the more excited I become about my little adventure.
The desire to travel has been pressing against me lately. A great weight. I feel like I'm not doing what I should be doing, which is--to the best of my knowledge--recording the world. Even if it's just pieces and parts, just the idea that it's something new, or something different, is so appealing. (My thoughts are so muddled today...these ten hour days are no fun.)
The only time I can recall traveling a great distance alone was when I was ten years old, and I flew to Arkansas to spend a long weekend with my Aunt. One of my most vivid memories of that trip is the long afternoon of miniature golf. There was a giant fake hippo in a pond, and the green vegetation floating atop the water had me convinced the whole thing was plastic...imagine my surprise when I pulled my hand back, drenched and dirty. My other, rather depressing memory is that of sitting on the plane on the way home, teary-eyed and longing to stay with my Aunt forever. Ten years old and cursing myself for always giving into my emotions; it was a tradition to cry at our separation. The stewardesses sat me in first class and gathered around me, trying their best to cheer me up. I sniffled and sobbed until lift-off, but once in the air, I calmed down.
Every other journey has been with someone or a group of people. And actually, I won't be totally alone, my brother will be with me, but it's different traveling with him. He won't be there helping me with directions, (though good company nonetheless.) Once I get there, I'll be walking solo to all the weird locations that catch my eye. Exploration, alone. Discovery, alone. And though there's a gnawing nervousness--that timidity and caution that always sits on the edge of anything new I attempt--there is also excitement and joy. Star parties, festivities, old decor, primitive shops, photographic opportunities.
It doesn't sound like that big of a deal, but for anyone that knows me, it's definitely a stepping stone.
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