Time to Adventure...

I just put my feet up on the bulkhead and instantly I flew back to almost a year ago. The last time I flew in the bulkhead seat was a 6am flight from Manchester headed toward Kansas City. It was the worst time of my life, my wife's body was to follow me, but only after she had an autopsy. She would be following me...but when, and what was the coroner to find out? I was supposed to have results during my layover in Chicago, but that call was sorely unhelpful. It would be a while till I found out what had happened. Its crazy how far my life has come, and the fact that it's been almost a year since my life changed forever. I guess optimistic is a word that I'm trying to embody at this point.
My last week has been an interesting one. I was home in Michigan for my first birthday and Christmas since J passed. Then drove home, finished packing my house, filled a trailer, took care of a few errands, abandoned my house, dropped off Juneau at my friends house, made up with my best friend, took a bus to Boston, missed my first flight, hung out with one of my best friends from college overnight, and finally got on a plane to London. So here I sit, over the Atlantic Ocean, looking back, looking forward and trying to rationalize what my life has become.
I've alluded to this on facebook a fair amount, but I guess i've never really written about it. I'm headed on a big adventure, I guess. As if everyday life isn't an adventure. That is one realization I've had... It's the everyday crap that matters the most. I had a drink with one of my best friends in the world the other night, after a sizable fallout between us, and you realize that it's those moments: the realization of mutual care and admiration, that truly matter. So the big travel adventure starts. I'm headed to Europe. I'm meeting Seth in London (I was supposed to beat him there by a few hours, but apparently 19:50 is not 9:50, and if you show up for a 9:50 flight, you will miss your 19:50 flight) and we are going to tour the continent. We bought two-month rail passes. Seth is set to stay for the two months and after that...well I think I'll head to Asia. There are three places in particular, but we will see where the wind takes me. My plans for after Europe are Dubai, Thailand and Hong Kong. At this point they seem like a good idea, but I may be hankering to get home. Funny...I don't actually have a home. I guess my backpack is my home. All of my belongings are in a trailer depot somewhere in the Metroplex of Texas. I guess I'm homeless. I live wherever I am... What a weird feeling...
Seth and I are both laid back and nomadic (however Seth's nomad lifestyle is one of legend in our friend circle) and we plan on a loose counterclockwise tour of Europe. We will be in London until the 2nd, when we take a bus to Paris, and plan on a few days there before heading south toward Barcelona, Morocco, and then Monaco. I couldn't imagine a better travel mate. Homeboy has always had my back, and I know he always will. It's funny, a lot of people have asked "what if you get sick of each other." I just assumed if that happened we would peace out for a few days and meet back up. I asked him about it and he was like "well,yeah I just assumed that." Yeah, he's pretty rad.
What does life look like when I get back? That is the question in my head. My stuff is going back to the Lone Star. So I guess thats where I'm going. I'm sure my tour of the rest of the world will end with a tour of the US again. However, as I've driven almost 8k miles in the past few months, I don't know if i'll be driving this time. My jeep and June-dog are still in New Hampster, as well as my best friend, so I'm guessing I'll be there for a little while when I get back. Then its probably to Tex to get a place to stay and start finding a job. Ewww. I've been off from Home Depot for almost three months, and damn...you realize how much of a time suck work is... I need to teach. That's another realization I've had. I love teaching, I love the kids, I love being told to "fuck myself" by confused teenagers (honestly, it's one of the most fascinating phenomena to me), I love the lifestyle (you always have something to do, going to basketball, football, volleyball etc games every night can be awesome). So I guess it's happy trails... Let the wind blow and try not to let your sail fail...
Here's to a better 2013 than 2012... as far as I'm concerned 2012 can GTFO and never be brought up again... And by "here's to" I mean the flight attendant is about to bring me drinks... Might as well get liquored up on free booze and take a nap: cause when we land its time to adventure.