here, under previous circumstances, i’m sure i’d wish for no ending. how original it feels not only to disconnect without hesitation from the mainland, but also to happily step away from the lake, as i’m shortly about to do.
sleep has fled me as of lately. the few nights i’ve spent in civilization have proved very difficult with all the light and noise, but here at the cabin, i can only blame my excitement for my flight in a couple of weeks.
i’ll be stepping off this big island for the first time in my life, landing in a country whose tongue i have yet been challenged to use, completely solo, with absolutely no reservation for any hospitality and no contact to reach.
much like the lack of hesitation i’ve held for my decisions to disconnect from the mainland lifestyle, i’m not going to hesitate to step in any one direction once i’ve landed in santiago, chile. sure, my eventual destination is through patagonia to the south, but i’ve simply grown to appreciate this life with a level of randomness and an element of adventure, not to mention the lack of a safety net beneath me. i don’t wish to miss any single possible plausible experience.
i feel homeless, unemployed, alone, sleep deprived, starving,
…alive…
