The Trip I imagined
When I imagined this American trip, I imagined myself blogging a hell of a lot more than I have done. I mean, what a writing opportunity. Travelling The United States. I imagined myself writing something in the vein of the documentary which inspired this trip in the first place; Stephen Fry in America.
That didn’t happen. But I would like to begin by saying that I am not disappointed with myself. I mean yeah, a part of me wishes I had, I’m not going to lie. If I wanted to, I could beat myself up about it. I’m choosing not to because I recognise the uniqueness of the situation I find myself in.
What is probably going to be one of the biggest things that’s ever going to happen to me(at least in a personal sense) JUST happened. I mean, it’s been less than 4 months. That’s the blink of an eye. Particularly when we’re talking about a context of four years. For those of you who haven’t been reading, my boyfriend (who I was pretty sure was going to be my husband one day) broke up with me. After four years. So I travelled America with him (as you do). See blog below for details.
Between the time we broke up and the time we left for America I focused all my energies on myself, and on having a good time. I figured I needed to do the first part purely and simply for the good of my mental health; and the second because I figured regardless of how good I felt (and I did, surprisingly so) it was always going to take time. And in that time I wasn’t going to sit around and mope- I was going to go out and make the most of it (once again see below).
I guess in my head America would be different. I’d go straight into tourist/journalist mode and see and experience everything possible; recording and analysing every minute of it as I went. Once again, great and all as that would’ve been, it wasn’t very realistic. Sure, if Rudi and I were still together and nothing had ever happened I’m pretty sure that would’ve been my trip. There would’ve been ten times more photos and ten times more updates. But what my trip actually became was what I needed. This trip was in large part down to wonderful people I met as a result of one fateful night in Stockholm. The section below details this, but do feel free to skip onto the next one!