San Diego 238

It’s 3:30 a.m. in the valley a noisy knocking on the door of my van wakes me up. Grant shows up and we leave the valley at the same time. I’ll drop him off at the Fresno airport and continue my drive to San Diego. Leading up to this day I was ecstatic about leaving and going back to the coast to see friends and family but as I prepared my van to leave a tremendous wave of sadness came over me. I was going to miss the people I’d met but there was so much more, the walks to the small gift shop with friends, the solo bike rides to work, the camaraderie that you can only receive in a national park fine dining restaurant, and simply the views all over twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. I suppose this isn’t a new feeling to me I’ve been coming and going for more than a few years now but the feeling feeling of sadness that looms over you before you leave a place you’ve lived in for months and have made beautiful memories in never gets easy. I guess an explanation as to why it never gets easy is because everywhere I move it’s a new experience a new flock of people and a new set of memories. I am darting forward to what is next whatever that may be. For now, it’s here in sunny San Diego where I’m familiar with the people and the place, coming back somewhere specifically home shouldn’t be something travelers frown upon it is something we should look at as a blessing and a chance for us to look inward and see how we as the individual have changed but the place and people they remain the same. As I’ve expressed travel changes you it molds you and you never arrive back somewhere twice being the same person.