I miss the road.

I miss the road, my road. The one that brings me nowhere, anywhere. The road that leads me to learning about myself, to a position outside of my confort zone, to self exploring, self discovery, to mistakes, frightenings and understandings. To madness and sadness, to euphoria and nostalgia. To more of me.

This time, I'll be on my own. Me, myself, my bag, my tent, my sleeping bag and my guitar, hiting the road again, with a self exploring journey of more than 10 000 km, if all goes well. With less money than I ever had in my bank account but more experience in busking and bartering than ever. I guess I'll survive. I've got a kind heart and have always been able to acomodate myself. I have many friends in the world, some that I have not met yet, some I am dying to meet and some random strangers that will teach me something, somehow.

I am ready, I think, to be on my own. To go mad, get bored, cry or sing alone on the side of the road. To freak out because this old sketchy guy stopped to give me a ride and I said no and thank myself so much for having my instinct still. To meet this lovely chap who gets outside of his way to help me out, me, a poor little hitch hiker who is a bit lost in transition. To confront myself in extreme condition, when I have nobody else to talk to and have to survive, alone. I guess I can make it, well, I'll try it anyways cause I want to.

Some call this courage, I call it madness. Well, maybe it is courageous after all, but it doesn't mean I am not freaking out, it just means I like to challenge myself, to be into the wild, to find myself into chaotic or unplanned situations, somewhere, on the road again.

Kikielectrique :)