I saw so many beautiful sights today on my drive up from California, I feel like my beauty sensors have gone numb. You could drop me at the edge of the Grand Canyon in front of a double rainbow that’s somehow happening during a spectacular sunset, and I’d offer it a mildly appreciative smile. You could stack Emily Browning, Rose McGowan, Shannon Sossamon, Claire Forlani, Famke Janssen, Lizzy Caplan, Rashida Jones, Zoe Saldana, Zooey Deschanel, and Saint Vincent in a big naked pile, and I’d offer it a polite nod.
I find myself wondering how long I could survive if I somehow got trapped in my RV. Buried under an avalanche or rock slide or something. I don’t have any actual food in here right now. Just snacks, condiments, fixins. How long can someone survive off fixins? Crackers, barbecue sauce, shredded cheese, cookies. I have lots of seasonings…are there any nutrients in peppercorns? What about wood? Can humans digest wood? If you chew it into a soft pulp? It’s organic material, there’s got to be some proteins in there right? There’s a lot of wood paneling in this RV. I think I’m going to be okay.
For the last seven days I’ve been floating around San Diego with someone who is one of my all-life best friends and in my opinion one of the finest people ever churned out by this broken machine called Earth. Today I said goodbye to that person, that town, and this entire aimless, planless, mysterious and inexplicable journey south. After exactly 34 days on the road, I’m turning around and heading home—a place I find I can barely remember. Time expands when you’re traveling. These 34 days feel like 34 years. I will be coming home to a completely new life.