The thing about anything fun is that it is always going to end. This is not some pessimistic post-adventure blues. It is a fact, and it works in reverse too. The shit times pass along with the good and before you know it you are back in the place you started, trying to make the most of it. And in this case, I didn’t even notice it happening.
I left Ayr in late April and I arrived back a few days a go. The Bitch Jetlag has it’s claws deep in me. I can’t shift it. I snuck back into town after only telling one person about my return because I was dead broke and needed a lift from Glasgow Airport, my mother was both happy to hear about me coming home finally and happy to pick me up. The wee star she is.
4 months of doing very little. Something I am very good at and really enjoy. In the 4 months spent wandering around North America I got involved in some crazy shit, met some crazy people and ended up really broke two or three times, which led me to consider getting involved in something that may or may not have involved international drug smuggling. I will say that soup kitchens are not as bad as you think they are.
I fell in love a bunch of times with girls, scenery and food. I filled my trusty notebook with scribbles that I am positive meant something at the time, and when I finally decipher them might make a good story. One of the things I am happiest about when I look back over the last few months is that I managed not to lose that notebook. The whole thing would have been pointless if I had. I checked I had that before anything else each time I moved on.
So my life for the next while, in between working to save to leave again, I am working on turning my notes and any memories that weren’t washed away by liquor into some sort of coherent story that I would hope you will get to read at some point.
Any messages, cat photos, skypes or monies that you fine people sent my way throughout my trip meant more than I could possibly put into words right now. I am rarely lost for words. I have just written a chunk of the story this afternoon and my mind feels a bit like mush. So, whatever, you are all good people. I could have done with a few more dirty pictures being sent my way but, you know, whatever.
