I out ran a meter-maid in Berkeley today. The adrenaline rush opened up a valve that won't close and now I can't stop shaking. My stuff is organized and I'm on track to fly out tomorrow, but I can't help feeling nervous. I really want this to be a grand adventure and I keep reminding myself that it's supposed to be fun.
While I was out and about, I went skydiving over Wanaka, New Zealand. On the way up, I felt calm, but there was this needling thought that crept through the amusement: I'm not coming down in the plane. It's a bit like that now. So far, so good, but it's not a round trip. Hopefully, like the dive, I'll forget that I'm falling after a bit and settle in to the surreality.
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