Riding my bicycle across Vietnam
I miss Fayetteville. It's been barely 24 hours back in Cleveland, but I'm already yearning to be back. Sans drama (school, family, life), but in a sense filled with more meaningful drama or eustress: being scared on a rock climb, physically decimated after a long day climbing, scurrying about the makeshift kitchen trying desperately not to burn the scrambled eggs on the ramshackle propane stove. It's these moments and more that really make a trip like this. A departure from the humdrum and mundane into a new reality, one immediately more real than it's Cleveland counterpart.
But for now, here I am. Class starts tomorrow from 8:30 - 12:30. I've quickly realized that I have completely filled my afternoons until July. Primarily consisting of biking, biking, and more biking. I am resolved to be in tip-top shape for my trip in 3 weeks. I was also hit this morning with the cold realization that as per usual, I have a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it. As of now, I am not overwhelmed by all of the activities in the next three weeks, but I cognize that it could get that way if I slip into procrastination. I tell myself, "Francis, you have to stay on top of this". This involves schoolwork, planning /packing for the bike trip, and of course hours in the saddle just to prepare for even more hours in the saddle. Madness! I'm sure it will all be worth it in the end!