I’ve jumped out of planes and hitchhiked on two continents, I’ve survived nightmares and horrors and I worked as a superhero for a second. And yet the world continues to astonish me with its endless wonders, opportunities, danger, and magic.
I walked to the edge of the abyss in the canyon called grand. Grand isn’t the right word. There isn’t a word yet for this wonder. I cried. I actually cried when I saw it. I couldn’t believe it. It was overwhelmingly beautiful and terrifying and incredible and awe-inspiring. And I couldn’t believe that after all the nightmares of my life that I could ever deserve or be able to see something so wonderful.
I went to Portland. I love ice cream and everywhere I went I asked where the best ice cream or gelato in town can be found. And New Orleans still wins best flavor because I will never ever get tired of Brocato’s zuppa inglese gelato ever for as long as I live. However. Salt and Straw in Portland is made of pure magic. It’s the best ice cream shop ever.
I landed here. In Hawaii. And so far it has been fantastical and scary, magical and sad. It has been enchanting and disappointing. It’s not what I wanted to be. And it’s so much more. I can’t wait to continue this adventure and new chapter in a life that has been an absolute thrill ride so far.