Sometimes I wonder what goes through peoples heads while I'm standing around complete strangers listening to the tunes streaming through my ears while waiting to take my shoes and belt off to prevent bells and whistles from ringing...I take that back, I wonder all the time.
As I sat on a bus who's drivers name was John crossing the crystal clear morning over the amazing Golden Gate bridge, I had said my goodbyes earlier which now seems like forever ago. I haven't been in route very long but my mind gets the best of me. watching the landscapes blur by. My eyes feel as though they go cross eyed. Then all of the sudden I'm snapped back into reality from a place I'm not really even sure I was. Realizing that this California sunshine and the rolling hills are all apart of the bigger picture. You'll make yourself sick if you try to focus on everything in front of you all at once. When you move too fast, things blur together. To slow down and take in the detail, to take the time to comprehend everything leading up to where you are. I was sitting on a bus looking at vineyards, and rolling hills. Thinking about roommates, sisterhood, community and the passions I feel for so many things including Tristan Prettymans, Breathe.
I love traveling. I feel like at times I'm the only one who enjoys it. I know that the majority of the people who surround me at least if not anything more get a small thrilling feeling behind their rib cages amidst the jet engines and the nose heading vertical to a new destination.
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