I’ve been a long time reader here and figured it’s finally time that I stop being lazy and post some of my own experiences. This particular story happened in August of this past year. Sorry it’s so long, and please don’t judge too harshly, I’m not the best writer. Feel free to skip down below to the dotted line if you want to get right to it.
It was the tail end of August and I was on vacation in California. Born and raised on the East Coast, I’ve considered myself to be pretty well traveled, however, it was my first time in California, so I was really trying to take it all in.
The summer was a total whirlwind. Usually, the summer is a busy time of year for my work, which means I’m traveling about 3 weeks each month. I had only been home for a few days to a week since the beginning of May and my body was starting to feel the constant stress of being on the road. My mind was a completely different story though. In June, I had just gotten out of an almost four-year-long relationship that left me heartbroken. I went through the normal stages of grief that one has when they end a relationship, and though being on the road can be lonely (I usually travel with a coworker or two), it was just what I needed to get my head right after the end of my relationship.