After the longest flight travel of my life... 36 hours later I have finally arrived. I got off the last plane smelling of extreme body odor AND looking like I'd just finished playing 5 softball games back to back.
But the island.. the island is gorgeous. Just as expected. It is in the middle of the Indian Ocean completely on the other side of the world away from home. Nathan, an old friend from high school, and his girlfriend Farrah were there waiting for me with a cab. The car ride back to our rooms was extremely overstimulating. We were moving at such a fast and crazy pace I not only couldn't keep up with the conversation, but I didn't even have time to get a mere glance at some of the architecture, buildings, temples, nor the people; we were literally flying past all of it. The driving is insane here.
I'm now in my beautifully hot ass room, showered, and ready for a brain and body recharge. Aka a nap. I'm running maybe on 4 hours of nonREM sleep and my brain wants to go and stop all at once.
Suddenly, I feel this wave on loneliness hit me. I'm so far away from home, in this nice little room all by myself, and I've thrown myself completely into the unknown. It is intimidating. I wish I had someone from back home here with me to experience such vast new lands and life. Sure, Nathan and Farrah live in the states, but they've been here much longer than me and they have each other. However, life does indeed to prove that it plays out perfectly as it should, and this too shall pass.
My bloodshot burning eyes are screaming, "please put the pen down and get some sweaty sleep woman!"
One last jumbled thought... I don't know what I am looking for here, nor do I know what lies ahead of me for the next two and half weeks, but I pray for one thing: One grand thing. That I find and bring home with me, the joy of living in any and all circumstances. The joy of living dangerously and living completely as myself.