Best Moment Of My Life.
(I was told to write an essay on THE BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE so I got creative — )
Today I’m waking up with uncertainty or is it anxiety?
Just like every day that I plan to do something that goes against my extremely introverted lifestyle. I have no idea how long it’s even going to take or to where I’m headed, my heart is beating so fast I’m having mini panic attacks and I’ve not even gotten off my bed, I could easily cancel the entire trip, because why go to a place to be with someone I’m not even certain where we stand?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Gods above and below, Kelly! It’s too cruel to wake someone up like that, with that much noise, let’s not even talk about my poor door, you forget that there’s other people in this building asides you and I” Kelly my very gay friend, a loudmouth you cannot help but love, going on and on about his impromptu travel preparations, not a single apology to the barbaric act of nearly ripping my door apart with knocks.
I skip my morning yoga ritual, brush my teeth, pull the traditional double cleanse face wash before slapping on a charcoal face mask that makes me look like an evil witch. I spend an unreasonable amount of time making faces at my reflection, I think Kelly got tired and left at some point, i think back to all he’d said before leaving and it hits me that he’s traveling today too, if I don’t travel I’d truly be alone in this place. Well, I needed my mind made up so this is it. I swallowed some supplements, pushed into my mini walk-in closet and threw a lot of things in my luggage, I chose fire goth outfits, I plan on visiting very cool places and getting really cool pictures, one way to remember the place.
It was midday when I got to the bus station, took the front seat by the driver to nurse my travel sickness and anxiety, it took close to an hour thirty minutes for the bus to get filled up, I smacked myself mentally for not coming earlier when there definitely could’ve been an influx of travelers. Just when the demotivation was seeping in, the bus pulled out of the driveway.
I fell in love with how I felt, whether it was the breeze from the bus speed, the smell of the towns we passed, watching the sun try to outrun the bus as it set or it was the trees and the high mountains oh how I loved the mountains!
So i cried, not in pain, but in the realization of true happiness. I’d lived in so much seclusion, constantly surrounded, either by high rise buildings and the same people over and over again everyday or by the four walls of my own apartment, I cried because I’d come to accept that this was the life I wanted to live, life on the road, exploring places and seeing as much new things as I could and meeting new people.
The End.
