Traveling has always seemed appealing to me. Its fun thinking where your life is about to take you, what you will see, the people you will meet, and the experiences you will have. There is something that definitely speaks to the romantic living in my heart-there’s not much of her left- about the mystery, the beauty, and the promise of serendipity along the way. We’re in Pennsylvania as of right now. My ears are popping from the swift altitude changes, not good as I’m just getting over a sinus cold, and the forests, filled with filtered green light, rise up like stadium seating on each side of our car. Things are different here. I forgot what commerce can do for large citys and what happens in its absence. Regardless the countryside is still lovely.
I had people ask me why I was bringing along my parents on this journey, which is essentially meant to be a solo one. When I received the scholarship I was told the only thing that was not paid was transportation to and from the workshops. When I told my parents they began rattling off the countless fond memories of the sites and experiences they had in Maine when they had been there on their honeymoon 28 years ago, and offered to chauffer me. The thing many people don’t really know about my family is that my parents had a really, incredibly rough spot a year before I transferred to CCAD. Without going into detail of offences, I can say that my family in 2007 looked beyond a state of disrepair. I thought I would lose what little of a dysfunctional, loving family I was so fond of. I understand that many families are threatened by divorce in this modern era, but the emotional pain actually disrupted the ones I loved in such an extreme way that they became only reflections of who they used to be. To lose someone in that capacity is such a horribly thing, and I feel for anyone who has been through these things.
Well things stayed this way for about a year and a half, and somehow things got better. Souls were patched, offenses were forgiven, regrets put to peace, and memories were being cherished again. That’s why they are with me. They’re here because it’s allowing them a time to experience a little snippet of my accomplishments and journey with me while being able to focus on themselves and their journey. I probably won’t see them much except for the extra days we will take to see some scenery on the way to and from, but I think this is one of the best things that could be coupled with a personal journey; the journey of a family… We will be resting this evening at a family friend’s home. They are kind enough to invite us for dinner and some much needed R&R. I guess my parents haven’t seen them in 10 years.
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