The Leap

August 10, 2007

Ready

Boston

Here, on an oversized bullet flying 37,000 ft. above the Atlantic Ocean, I find my first moment of solace in a week. A minute to think about Detroit, about what the fuck I’m flying into.

Detroit was then a glorious blur and it remains so now. A bit of the past; old friends, hard laughs, the rare mookfish sighting, that city I can’t forget. But also something fantastic and new; a bit more experience behind the yells and throws, a little schnapps into it, and a shared smile with beautiful bright eyed little thing not quite yet biped. I’ve got a feeling I’ll spend a week every year of my life in search of those friends and little liberation, wherever you all might be.

Last week was a whirlwind of responsibilities, juggled precariously over some yawning chasm ensuring that any drop would be completely irrecoverable. I dropped several, and though I made it on the plane, I only have accommodations for one night in the next ten days. I was quite anxious earlier, but I’ve eased into some inexplicable calm, sure that I can point and grunt my way into a bed at least a few of those nights. I’ll also be without phone or computer for ten days, which is horrifying in America let alone wherever I might be. One of the few items I did manage to arrange for before I left is an unlimited Germany/France rail pass, so there may be some nights spent on the train anyway.

This plane is huge. A completely improbable take-off by my intuition, but here we are. The clouds are amazing below me; now endless vistas, now wispy archipelagos. And though my mind knows better, every bit of my body tells me that if I jumped now I’d descend to that billowing surface and not an inch further.

To sleep now. I’m traveling 6 hrs back in time.

Awww shit Europe