The alarm must have gone off for about 2 seconds before I swiped to turn it off. It was 4:00am but I was far from asleep. I’d opened my phone about every half hour afraid we might sleep through the alarm. I rolled out of bed, folded up the privacy shade on the outside of the van and hopped into the drivers seat. The streets were empty of cars but flooded with light. “It went by really fast” I commented. Jazmin’s eye welled up. From March 4th to July 4th, we had been to 19 or so countries and it felt like we have been on the road forever and only for a blink of an eye when I pulled up to departures at Dublin airport. A hug, a kiss, a few tears later and I was back on the road. Having a travel buddy has been a great experience, although completely different from traveling alone. We played cards, laughed at stupid things, got angry over stupid things and learned a lot about ourselves and each other. What I came to realize is that I am hardly myself when I am with other people, at least not upfront.
It’s been 48 hours since I dropped Jazmin at the airport. I listened to all 13 hours of Elon Musk: Tesla, Space X and the Quest for a fantastic future, went cover to cover on Fever 1793 (a quick read to be fair) and actually worked out for the first time in ages. Is it her fault I didn't keep my regimen when she was around? No. Like I said, I now recognize that I am not entirely myself in the presence of others. She will tell you I am weird enough as is. I sing too loud in the car, I like to talk in accents (Scottish is my favorite), I moo at cows as I pass, talk to dogs and outwardly I’m probably not as philosophical as my writings contend. Am I an imposter, or just too worried about making sure others are as comfortable as I am with the unknown? I can’t be too sure, but it boils down to this. No one is perfect and as I have said 9236 times the only constant is change.
Back to business. The van as a solo traveler is spacious and freakishly quiet. Currently, I’m on the south east coast of Ireland and tomorrow I will take a 19 hour long ferry ride to France. Wandering around Ireland has been a dream come true for me. I got to dangle my feet off the Cliffs of Moher, tour the Guiness factory, share beers with locals in places less ventured and navigate the tightest corridors known as 2 way roads here in Ireland.
I’ve got about 3 months or so left of this adventure before I head back to the US for Mr. Brandon Lake’s wedding and to spend the holidays with my family. This alone time has given me the time to reflect on the adventure that has consumed my life up to this point and postulate what the future may hold. The only thing I know for sure is that I’m thankful to be here, I’m looking forward to being there and I’m grateful to have people like you willing to read my words once a week (or month when I’m lazy). I’ve been the benefactor of amazing hosts along the way and great company the last four months. Cheers to the weekend and a day that I hope brings you plenty of smiles. If you are interested I am finally uploading 5+ albums of photos to my facebook.com/ichasedreamstravel page, so hop on over there if you're looking for a morning escape. I leave you with the wise words of Jim Rohn, “Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.”
Stay wild and share some happiness!