It’s been almost two months since my trip to the East Coast and normally I would have written something and posted some pictures by now. But for some reason, I just don’t feel like writing much about it. At first it was because I didn’t want to tell anyone that I was interviewing at Yale for nursing school (which is its own story). But even now, after I’ve been accepted (it’s official – they got my deposit today), I still don’t have much to say.
I think it’s because of the highly personal and introspective nature of my trip. I stayed with and saw friends from each chapter of my life over the last 12 years – friends I don’t see that often (and, in fact, with the exception of Kim, didn’t see that often when we were together), but still share a very deep connection with. As Slim said over dinner, “Wow, here we are, two years later, talking like no time has passed.” I like to call these soul-friends – the ones who know your spirit so well that it doesn’t matter that the external details have changed. The ones where no “catching up” is necessary and conversations meander late into the night and come from the heart.
Even though I was with friends the entire time, there was some sort of pioneering, setting out alone into the wilderness quality to this trip. I started in Connecticut and ended in DC, buying one-way tickets the entire time, which was kind of romantic. I felt what it was like to live in snow, and what it was like to actually be warm inside. I saw my first ballet since elementary school and my first pond frozen over with ice. I only took a few pictures, which I’ll post on the travel blog instead of journal entries. It’s exciting and insane to think that in just six short months I’ll be back over there experiencing a very different season and starting a very different chapter of my life. I like that these soul-friends were there at the beginning of that journey and that in some ways, my next trip out there will be a return rather than a setting out.