I became a new person traveling in Europe. I really did. And those changes accrued most whilst sitting in the train stations and carriages, the cafe’s, and on the edges of any of the beds I put my head on. What happened at these places was a reflection, was a thoughtfulness, was a mind applied to experiencing what lay before me.
Most often I wrote in these places. And even though I’ve rarely re-read what I wrote after the fact, I remember taking the time to think and solidify those thoughts. And that made all the difference.
Now that I’ve finished college, there world is infinite and entirely accessible. Douglas Adams writes about a character who can fly because, just while he’s falling and before hitting the ground, he forgets what he was doing. I fully embrace that whimsical notion. More so in my transitional life moments than as a physical body. But also a little bit as a physical body.
I reject the assumption that post-graduation I must get a “real-person” job. Why not forget about landing and soar through the clouds.