Archive | September, 2011

one little apple, one big world

22 Sep

Three months of clothes all bundled up!

“We salute at the threshold of the North Sea of my mind, and a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide…and swim”

And here it is, the last night before my departure. After all the daydreaming, talking, googling, planning (or lack thereof), saving, shots (tetanus: ouch), and goodbyes, I’m finally on the very brink of realizing one of my biggest dreams: travel. And the challenge there? To go it alone. Scary? Sorta. But really, at this very moment, I’m consumed with excitement and gratitude. This is a dream 10 years+ in the making, something that I’ve always wanted to do, but always wondered if I actually ever would…or could…or should for that matter. But the reality is that this darn longing to travel has been nagging at me for way too long, and I’m dying to figure out why I feel so compelled to venture into the unknown.

The support that I have felt from my parents and sisters, my boyfriend and his family, and my friends has been overwhelming, and I’m filled to the brim with love and encouragement. Any doubts and second guesses have long been forgotten (well, as of yesterday, perhaps), and I couldn’t imagine venturing out without my army of supporters cheering me on.

Everything is packed and ready to go.  I opened with the lyrics from one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands, Frightened Rabbit (a band that’s not for everyone, it’s true), and if you feel so inclined to read them, here are the rest:

SWIM UNTIL YOU CAN”T SEE LAND

We salute at the threshold of the North Sea
in my mind
And a nod to the boredom that drove me here
to face the tide and swim
I swim

Dip the toe in the ocean. Oh how it hardens and it numbs.
And the rest of me is a version of man
built to collapse into crumbs
And if I hadn’t come down
To the coast to disappear
I may have died in a land-slide
Of the rocks, the hopes and fears.

So swim until you can’t see land.
Swim until you can’t see land.
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before though it’s my first
And perhaps last time.
Let’s call me a Baptist, call this the drowning of the past
She’s there on the shoreline
Throwing stones at my back

So swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

Now the water’s taller than me
And the land is a marker line
All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky

So swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Swim until you can’t see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

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