But not for long.
I’m still so freaking tired. Still! I slept my ass off last night and the night before, but my eyes invariably want to close.
I fell asleep at 9PM last night and woke up at 3AM. I didn’t know where I was.
Me thinking – “This is a nice hotel. I don’t remember this hotel. It’s so warm and comfortable. Oh, and my audiobook is playing. So nice….”
Then I realized I was home in my room and I was like, “Praise the lord thank you I’m home!!”
For the last 40 days, I’d wake up in a different location every morning only to hike 15 miles to god know’s where. Everyday. Waking up sucked.
And when you wake up at 3AM thinking you’re someplace you never been and realize you’re safe and sound in your own bed, it’s like a snow day from school times 20.
I love home. I am a homebody big time.
But I’m going to Peru on Thanksgiving to check Machu Picchu off my bucket list. I got home late on the 19th, and off again I go on the 23rd. Today is the 21st. I just booked my flight. A one-way because, well, you never know.
Hana wants to do Ayahuasca. I personally don’t want to do it for two reasons: The taste and the barfing. But Hana is dead set on it so we’re doing a package deal of ayahuasca and Machu Picchu. There’s a really nice retreat that offers both. They even have a doctor present 24/7.
Oh god aya-freaking-huasca again. Shit. No thank you. No no no. I’m so done puking. I don’t have to do it, I’ll probably skip it anyway.
I better leave. I’m meeting some friends out for drinks. I ate beforehand so I don’t have to spend money on dinner.
It’s now the 22nd. I leave tomorrow, Thanksgiving. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But I know I’d regret it if I don’t. That’s what I base all my decisions on, regret.
Last night I hung out with the 3 girls that ditched me after I came back from Nepal. 2 of them are completely fine with me, but the other one….I don’t think she likes me much and I didn’t have the mental energy to override it this time. Or maybe she does like me, but she doesn’t make me feel relaxed, you know? Not something you’d want to deal with after walking across Spain, that’s for sure. It’s like she can’t decide if she likes me or not, she can’t pin me down and me being stupid empathetic, can feel all this and so I get confused myself.
People I met along the road on the Camino, never made me feel that way. And they didn’t even know me.
My brother and I have this weird “gift”. I don’t think it’s much of a gift actually. But me and my bro are affected by other people’s energies too much. It’s their micro-expressions that trip us up – we pick up on it. And the tone they use. We can spot bullshit a mile away. We see the inauthentic, the egomaniacs and narcissists. My brother wants to slap it out of them, turning to violence and anger while I curl up in a ball and question my sanity.
Why do some people make me feel uncomfortable? Like I’m being probed? I wish I wasn’t affected by it but when you’re freaking tired, all defenses are down. This girl I’m talking about is starting to date and once she finds her match, her confidence will rise and her hard edges should smooth out. Hopefully.
Anyway, it’s tiring is what it is. Not fun.
Today I’m seeing my friend Mo to return her dress finally, and I have to stop in work to visit my office manager. And the 3 girls I mentioned above are going out again later – I’d like to join them if number 3 isn’t there – too much work. I mean come on now, can’t we cohabit in peace?
I should pack.
I woke up at 8:30AM. It’s raining. My room is trashed – the most trashed it’s ever been in my life. But I like it because it means I get to clean when I get back from Peru – a new person is waiting to be uncovered. I will reemerge anew.
My feet are still sore. I need to brush my teeth.
I need to dump my brain out of my head, you know? I can’t remember shit that happens. It’s a lazy brain to a fault. My brain acts how a homeless person looks. I’m not retaining anything. I guess if I do ayahuasca again, this will be my one focal point – to clear my head. Sleep doesn’t help. Perhaps it’s lack of a certain mineral? Or I’m dehydrated? Or it could be my messy bedroom, I don’t know.
Or maybe because my life has been crazy for the last few months. No me time. No grip on reality. Completely out of my comfort zone.
What do people do when they wake up early? I don’t know what to do with myself. I really should pack…..
My plane leaves at 19:42 from Boston. That’s 7:42PM. It takes around 2.5 hours to get there, arrive 2 hours early, factor in 90 minutes of traffic to be safe and minus 40 minutes of boarding from 7:42 so I should be at the gate at 7 sharp….let’s calculate. Beep boop beep….
7Pm – 2.5 = 4:30
4:30 – 2 = 2:30
2:30 – 90 minutes = 1PM
1:00 seems awfully early but I refuse to panic like I did last time on my way to the airport. I will do anything to avoid fear like that. If I was 3 minutes later than I was, my plane would’ve left without me – 3 minutes! You know how nerve wracking that is? And I hate cutting people in line. I feel like such an asshole.
So, 1:00 tomorrow it is. I have to be ready. It’s a long 14 hours flight with 2 layovers. I’ll get to my hotel in Peru by 11PM on the 24th and at 10AM the next day, we’re off to the retreat. Fuck me. Seriously.