Today is the last remaining Friday between me and Istanbul.
This trip is been soooooooooooo ridiculously long in the making that I feel I've grown roots and a shell. I've become a garden turtle, all huddled into my little life so deeply that I've forgotten how it feels to move about unencumbered by such bothersome things as a job or bills or a bedtime.
Last night, as I wrote out my rent check for September and set up automatic bill pay for my normal bills - student loan, credit card (I put everything on a mileage credit card! Free flights!), internet... I reflected on the necessity of it all, on the necessity of taking care of those things now so when I returned to my "normal" life I wouldn't be overwhelmed by unpaid bills and looming creditors, because I'm a responsible person. Even when I travel. And I thought to myself:
OHMYGOSHICANNOTWAITTOGETOUTOFHEREANDNOTDOTHIS!!!!!!!
In 6 days I leave for Istanbul. And right now it's such an intangible, impossibility, being the rooted garden turtle that I am, that I cannot even fathom it. I can't picture the place in my mind's eye like I normally do, or daydream of things to do and see and smell and touch and taste... I only know that there will be those things.
That is enough for now, I suppose.
But I can't wait to awaken, to crawl out of my shell into the vast world around me, stretch deeply, yawn and greet the traveler within that has been so long dormant.
Or in the very least, metamorphosis into a sea turtle.
Welcome back, self.
In six days.
This trip is been soooooooooooo ridiculously long in the making that I feel I've grown roots and a shell. I've become a garden turtle, all huddled into my little life so deeply that I've forgotten how it feels to move about unencumbered by such bothersome things as a job or bills or a bedtime.
Photo From: http://www.google.com/imgres?q=photo+%2B+stuck+turtle&hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1178&bih=1003&tbm=isch&tbnid=RROfDVIMxwtOGM:&imgrefurl=http://www.wildherps.com/species/K.baurii.html&docid=RXqjFQ48aqeD9M&w=600&h=400&ei=y7FCToaeDMaAsgLc993GCQ&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=482&page=8&tbnh=154&tbnw=204&start=163&ndsp=25&ved=1t:429,r:13,s:163&tx=91&ty=86
Last night, as I wrote out my rent check for September and set up automatic bill pay for my normal bills - student loan, credit card (I put everything on a mileage credit card! Free flights!), internet... I reflected on the necessity of it all, on the necessity of taking care of those things now so when I returned to my "normal" life I wouldn't be overwhelmed by unpaid bills and looming creditors, because I'm a responsible person. Even when I travel. And I thought to myself:
OHMYGOSHICANNOTWAITTOGETOUTOFHEREANDNOTDOTHIS!!!!!!!
In 6 days I leave for Istanbul. And right now it's such an intangible, impossibility, being the rooted garden turtle that I am, that I cannot even fathom it. I can't picture the place in my mind's eye like I normally do, or daydream of things to do and see and smell and touch and taste... I only know that there will be those things.
That is enough for now, I suppose.
But I can't wait to awaken, to crawl out of my shell into the vast world around me, stretch deeply, yawn and greet the traveler within that has been so long dormant.
Or in the very least, metamorphosis into a sea turtle.
Photo from: http://www.uimages.org/turtle-full-front-adult/
Welcome back, self.
In six days.
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