I’m laying in bed in a hotel room in Albuquerque, Nm. I’m sick, exhausted, sore in some areas and in a lot of pain in others. And yet it was an amazing, wonderful trip. There were some moments of misery, but at no time was the trip miserable, if that makes sense? There were a couple of interpersonal moments with friends and family that sucked, but they would’ve sucked anyway, whether I was in the trip or at home.
It’s been a great distraction mentally and emotionally. We still don’t have Dad’s pathology reports back yet, work is a mess, there’s some ugly relationship stuff going on. And I didn’t dwell on any of that while traveling. Thought about it, yes. But didn’t dwell and obsess on it til it made me miserable.
I wish I could’ve seen more and done more. I wish the weather didn’t suck as bad as it did. But this close to the end, I have to say that it’s been perfect and everything that happened, happened for a positive reason.