Leaving NH Video Blog
Two months back in New Hampshire and I've forgotten I am on a year long journey. In the womb of my childhood home and family, I was disconnected from the regular emotions linked to my uprooted lifestyle. Now that my departure date to the Virgin Islands looms before me, reality promptly sliced the umbilical cord, allowing the return of my familiar friends: anxious, excited, and terrified. They're back and flowing through my veins.
In three weeks I'm off to the Virgin Islands, and this time employee housing doesn't exist (Thank God???). I have not secured a job and have no idea where I will be living. As a matter of fact, I don't even know which island I'm going to yet!!! This time around my leap is entirely unsettled. Slightly unsettling.
From what I've heard and read online, I simply arrive in the Virgin Islands and find a job and apartment with ease. Can you imagine arriving in an airport with no clue what your next step will be? On January 28th that will be my reality. Wish me luck.
In 11 days I am returning to Los Angeles for a visit. The trip will be a quick peek into my former life, and my baseline for determining personal growth since departing last May. Will LA feel like home, or some place lifetimes away? I'm both excited and frightened as hell.
So I'm sitting on my living room couch in New Hampshire, and unlike the previous 60 days I've been here, the unsettling emotions are back. With my roots once again retracted, I am returning to the road. Stay tuned, this is going to be interesting.