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Not The End...The Beginning

It hardly seems real. In the background, karaoke night at a london hostel. It's 11:45 pm the night before I fly back to the United States, land of the free and home of my very own bed, my friends and family. One month ago I was riding a camel in India. Two months ago I was ziplinning through the jungle canopy tops to my bed tree house. Three months ago I was riding elephants and gettin my swerve on a Thai dancefloor. Four months ago I was eating chicken feet and exploring the Great Wall.

And tomorrow, tomorrow I fly home. Wow. After a nice cup of Stumptown coffee in Portland, I will drive down to Grants Pass celebrate the birthday of the woman who birthed me (yes Mom, how could I forget?)and then drive back to my beloved Flagstaff. And to be honest, I'm ready.

After four months of traveling, living out of a back pack, sleeping on floors, couches, ant infested matresses, I'm ready. Don't get me wrong, I am a little mixed. I mean I met the city of my dreams (Paris-you sweet little thing). I had pastries, breads, cheese, wine, fruit shakes, creppes, even a scorpian (one story that never made the blog). I kyaked, treked, hiked, rode, and danced. But tomorrow I fly home and I rest. I sleep. For the first real time I stop and reflect. No more busses, no more trains or hostels. Rest.

Again don't get me wrong... even as I write this to the boo-ing crowds of London as an Oasis song song skips (not cool, especially when you are drunkenly singing your heart out!), this has been a trip of a life time (see blogs 1-51). China, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, India... India!, France, Spain, Italy, Switzerland, Holland, and London. Not bad, not bad at all. Buuuuut, neither is that comfy little bed of mine.

Also as one final note. Though I really don't know who has been reading this blog save the few of you who have written the comments along the way (and a BIG thanks to each one of you!). This is not the end of my blog, rather a new chapter. A chapter to reflect and post some pictures without it costing $6 an hour. Rather now it's your turn. Questions. Comments. Thoughts. Let me know what you want to hear. Pictures? I've taken thousands. Stories... Millions. Just let me know.

I gotta tell you, it feels good. Leaving in less than 12 hours!?! I can't wait to see every one of you. So long China. So long Koh Phi Phi. So long India. So long Paris...you sweet little thing. And hello America. HOWever, I still have 12 hours... and um it is Karaoke night in London... Soooooo, I hate to say good bye, but.

Love ya'll. I'll see you soon!

..."Ok, Ok! I'm comming!" Sorry guys I'm up, gotta go. Talk to you soon.
D

posted by Travelin' D @ 3:47 PM