I love walking. I walk everywhere because I don’t own a car, but even more than that, I walk because it brings me moments of clarity and simple bliss. Sometimes I walk with no destination, just for the purpose of fresh air, exercise, gorgeous views, good music, and a way to clear my head and maybe even figure some things out. I call these particular walks my “walkabouts”, the irony of which has not escaped me with my upcoming trip to Australia.
There has been a lot to think about with my departure date coming up so soon, and my whole trip itself becoming more real than it has ever felt before. I’m proud of myself for embarking on such an endeavor, one which I wouldn’t of had the confidence or the bravery to pull off as little as four years ago when I first started college. On the other hand, I can’t help feeling selfish and even guilty sometimes for leaving certain people behind to chase my own dreams of traveling, knowing that I’ll miss out on so much in the process of fulfilling what I want to do with my life.
My walkabout around La Jolla this afternoon was meant for me gain some insight into all these thoughts that keep rambling around in my head, yet also to quell my incessant need to always overanalyze everything. To just find peace and happiness in the present moment.
“Meet me there, bundles of flowers, we wait through the hours of cold. Winter shall howl at the walls, tearing down doors of time, shelter as we go.”
I’ve been on a huge Ben Howard kick lately, and he made up the soundtrack to my walkabout today, listen to it here.