Getting lost.

I have one more full day and then I leave. Saturday at 5AM will be quite a moment for my family, friends, and I.

Anyways I was thinking tonight about how much I want to get lost somewhere totally foreign. I suspect most people fear getting lost. I have the damnedest time getting lost. I'm not incapable of it, but I really struggle to disorient myself. But when it happens its pretty exhilarating. I love to be in a place unknown to me, completely foreign and unfamiliar. Fresh and without even the slightest sense of where it is. I feel like I can never be truly lost. Theres always those classic landmarks, you know them, the sun and the moon and you can only walk so far before you reach a river or the ocean. But sometimes on a new moon late at night I might just get lost somewhere on my bike and I love it. I feel like I did when I was a kid and there was still so much wonder and mystery in the world. There still is a lot of wonder and mystery but its not right here. Its just so damned familiar now. I remember when everything was brand new to me. The glow of a porch light, the way grass smells when you first cut it, the sound of geese. These are still treasures to me but they are familiar now. It reminds me of this bit I read a while back and one quote still lives.

"It made me think of a long lost feeling from my own childhood, of coming home after a day in the woods: dirty, cold, and hungry. Night had closed around you, but still you lingered outside in the dark and the cold, feral, wild, your eyes shining like lanterns, unable to go into the warmth of the house, to be tamed once more. It was better to be outside, alive and free, even if you knew eventually, you'd have to come slinking into the light, nervous and twitchy as a fox, the huge darkness of the night beyond, still calling out to you." -Dorothy Woodend