One thing about traveling alone is figuring out what I can do on my own. Sola. I can take a chain of public and private buses through Peru. I can stay up all night and make my flight at 8:30 in the morning. I can get on the right direction train or metro every time. I don’t mean to sound like “Jessica’s Daily Affirmations” but it’s cool to know that I actually can accomplish these simple things.
And my arms are getting smaller…they might look nicer in pictures, but getting back in the water will look nicer. I also need to work on my pasty white tan. I miss the blistering burn of the sun and the sound of nothing to do but listen to the water. I miss sliding my board diagonally into the car so it fits just right when I close the hatch. I miss floating. I miss wiping salt off my eyebrows. I miss paddling back and fourth until my arms swell. I miss swirling slimy kelp around my foot then undoing it quickly enough before a wave comes. I miss falling asleep on the bench for too long then having to stumble up the trail dehydrated. I miss trying to awkwardly hug Gina while in the water and on boards. I miss having little rock cuts on my feet and my lips splitting from being dried out. I miss scraping wax of my board during a lull. I miss having to make the decision that the ocean is just as clean as a shower. I miss running into people at LBJs. I miss feeling slightly uncomfortable from old men’s flattery. I miss checking wetsand. I miss Mr. Curran telling me he saw my last Saphire wave from his house. I miss walking to the farmers market before my suit has dried. I miss Saff sharing his crackers. I miss having sand in my bed.
But, I hear tell that it’s flat back home…that mates me feel better. Also, traveling South America is a fairly good distraction.
I am leaving the country, the continent even, on Thursday. Departure 1:45pm LAX. I am drowning in anticipation of what new things may come, but I will miss Summer at home, surfing Sapphire like I did today, being with my family, laying in the sun. All of a sudden, South American Winter in a big city seems daunting and what I already know and love is so much easier. But if I always did what was easy, my life would be rather boring. So I raise a glass to being a little afraid and some premature homesickness.