How it's going

If I’m being honest, I couldn’t tell you how it’s going, but I can surely say this wasn’t what I was expecting. From the moment I left San Diego, nothing was really rock solid. I suppose going to the Grand Canyon and doing rim to rim to rim was about it, but even that was just a case of ‘fuck it.’ After that, it was all up for grabs, just the way I’ve always liked it, I guess, up until recently. A lot of the days I was in Flagstaff, I dealt with anxiety that would spiral me into heavy food consumption and writing I wasn’t proud of, so much so that I’ll never share it here or anywhere. This anxiety has never really left me for good; it’s been this invisible thing that’s followed me since I started traveling. It’s the anxiety that I never feel I’m in the right place and that I should be elsewhere doing something else. Such a first-world issue—it’s almost insufferable. Here I am, roaming state to state in a van, and I want to complain that I’m not in the right place.