Leaving Iowa behind was probably harder than I ever imagined that it could be. There is something to be said that the fact it was my home up to yesterday. As of this very moment, I’m homeless. There is a place for me to call home once I get to Vancouver, but the fact of the matter is that I have one key on my key chain and that belongs to the house I called home growing up in Monticello; you never know if and when you’ll need something like that, but it’s really good to have.
There’s so many unknowns to sift through once I hit the ground. It makes me default on my time spent reading Krishnamurti and his thoughts on the unknown. How we can never know what the unknown really is, even when we come into contact with it. Anything we see as being the unknown, we expected; therefore, that’s not the unknown. Basically, it’s mind numbing stuff to wrap your head around. Not reading for the faint of heart.
However, this is close to how I’m feeling. I don’t know what I’m getting myself into. Usually when you head into things like this, you have mental imagery that kinda leads to hopes and aspirations of dreams to come true. At this point, my slate is completely blank. I’m getting on that plane tomorrow. I can’t tell you what I expect to happen. I just expect it to be great.