I’m gonna be honest, this is the first time I’ve ever flown on a plane while intoxicated. But in my defense, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to smoke in an airport. Which naturally led to me ordering two beers in less than an hour. And I’m not just talkin’ bottles, I’m talkin’ pints. The second of which was consumed in less than twenty minutes. I figure I’ve gotta have the full spectrum of travel experiences and therefore had no qualms in pounding a couple glasses of Fat Tire on an empty stomach. If anything, my bladder will remember this moment forever.
I’m currently on my way to Boston. I haven’t been back in more than two years. Which is sort of a big deal since I spent three of my most formative years there when I first went to college. This visit is more than overdue, to say the least, because so many of my friends still live on the East coast. It’s really hard to maintain relationships over a distance of more than 1,000 miles, despite the internet and phones and Facebook and I miss having these wonderful people in my life. I have a difficult time accepting that our little bubble of college doesn’t exist anymore. I know it’ll never ever be what it was, but that doesn’t mean I don’t yearn to recapture even a tiny bit of what that felt like every time that I return. Is that selfish or foolish? I don’t know. Even being conscious of the fact that everything changes, I can’t help but crave taking a step in reverse. To go back and relive that part of my life that was so important to me, so crucial in my development as a human being. I suppose the best way to look at it, is imagining each moment in my life as an infinite Russian doll, and I’m just building upon layers and layers of experience in the same places with different people. Different places with the same people. The same places with the same people. It’s a struggle to know, to really be aware of the path you’re on and the choices you’ve made. I think it’s sort of useless to wonder if they’re the right choices because what does that even mean? Shit happens whether you want it to or not. All you can do is carry what you’ve learned, what you’ve lived, with you and apply it to where you are in the present. In the here and now. Which is one of the most important lessons I’ve ever been taught.
Bottom line: I’m drunk as fuck and if that seat belt sign doesn’t turn off in the next thirty seconds I swear to god I am going to piss my goddamn pants. And no one wants that.
We Are the Cloud Runners 