I was watching Animal Planet last night, Finding Bigfoot to be exact. I know I've said this numerous times but Animal Planet will earn my respect when they produce the show "Found Bigfoot". Until then they have absolutely no credibility. Anyway, the "research" team was in Idaho trying to find bigfoot. Spoiler alert: they didn't find him. But while mindlessly watching it at midnight before going to bed, I couldn't help but miss my two day trip to Idaho.
Every time I travel and visit some new place, assuming I have a good time while I'm there (which I do anywhere), it's never long before I start to miss it. Obviously places like LA, Miami, Morocco, Honduras, etc. have a ton of weight on this scale, and I find myself frequently washed away in nostalgia from those places.
But even Idaho, (fucking Idaho!) is enough to make me close my eyes at night and remind myself of how much fun I had there. There wasn't even that much that happened in Idaho! But whether it was enjoying a stop in Atlanta, hardcore family drinking in a trailer park, lunch in Wyoming, or seeing the sights of Preston, it was great. In fact I just listed every single thing we did.
It took about $600 and two nights for me to form a a great memory to look back on. Now every time I see anything from Napoleon Dynamite, Jackson Hole, or really anything in Idaho I can freely become happy. I see four overpaid idiots running around the Idaho country side and can't help but thinking of driving endlessly though the hills and canyons enroute to the highly anticipated family picnic. I can't help but remember stopping at a rest stop enjoying coffee, lemonade and cookies from whatever old-man organization that was giving them away for donations.
I happily remember driving for hours and hours while gaining excitement for our future trip to Europe. I remember sternly texting Karen telling her she should have manned up and gone on the trip with us (she seriously would've had fun but no, she's too good for Idaho). I remember sitting on the plane (Delta 757-200; Tail #: 650DL) on the way there and back, enjoying my cranapple beverage while excited to tell my friends back at UK of my Idaho adventure.
It's the whole process of getting excited for a trip, having fun after the trip, and then happily going about the rest of my life content with the fact I went that describes the incessant pleasantness of my life. One trip is just wrapping up and instead of being sad about it, I prepare for the next trip. In between vacations and travel destinations is nothing but excitement and satisfaction with future and past experiences.
When I just get back to the dorm room, after a big busy fun trip, of course I'm a little depressed. But what I've come to find is that I'm not sad about wanting to go back. My low mood wouldn't simply go away if I got back on a plane to go back. Then I'd be on a plane headed to Madrid, but I'm sure I'd still be sad. What I'd rather do is just relive the whole trip. It's the lifestyle I miss more than anything. It's relaxing with Karen after a long city tour, bringing a few cups down to the lobby before hitting the clubs at night, and spending days on the bus watching the country roll past that I miss. Since it's not possible to go back in time and relive a moment in your life, all you can do is look forward.
Sure I can look at pictures and videos but I sure as hell can't just uproot myself and go back, and I certainly can't go back in time and relive it. All I can do is be happy with the experiences I've accumulated and look towards the future. So I book a trip to Miami and get really really excited about it. The cycle never ends. Life goes from a monotonous bore to a book that keeps getting better and better but never ends. And I'm grateful for the way I set it up.
Anyway I have an interview with the Blanding Tower Hall Director about me potentially being the ROTC floor RA. That'd be sick. Can't wait. Until next time...
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