An Ending and New Beginnings…

I am officially the last man standing on the Juicebox Journey! (Well, JBJ Part 1, at least. I think it’s safe to say that all three of us have developed some degree of Wanderlust and the next few years will find us on another adventure… But that story will unfold in due time!)

Kyle went back to Delaware in July to be the best man in his brother’s wedding and also focus on his web design business. At this exact moment, however, I think he is somewhere in the middle of New Mexico, driving in an RV with our buddy Jay on a cross-country road trip back to San Diego. Meghan flew to Florida in the beginning of September to audition for Master Chef and put her superior kitchen skills to the test. I am so proud of them for finding their passions and pursuing their interests, but I sure do miss them every day.

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To tell the truth, I had a tough time adapting to life down here without my faithful cohorts. After Meghan left, I cried for two straight days and felt a deep and anxious loneliness. It was impossible to imagine continuing on my own the life we had built together! Throughout the better part of a year, I had been like a sponge, soaking up new information, experiences and emotions without really processing them. Once alone with my thoughts and feelings, everything just felt too heavy to sift through.

We went through a lot together and truly solidified our haphazard little family. Thinking back on our adventures, I have to say that the Juicebox Journey far exceeded any and all of my expectations. We learned so much and grew into better versions of ourselves. I feel endlessly positive about the future, as a result of what this journey has given each of us, respectively.

Last night, as my new roommate was typing away on his laptop, he told me that his Anthropology professors say it’s mandatory to transcribe their field notes the exact same day, so the information is accurate and detailed. I sighed with a deep disappointment in myself… “God dammit,” I thought, “ain’t that the truth?” It has been so long since I’ve transcribed my field notes/blogged about our adventure that the details are fuzzy and the information is scattered.

Anyway, better late than never, right? I honestly don’t understand how people can write memoirs 20+ years after their experiences, though I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment to authors or a testament to my pathetic ability to recall events. So here we go, deep into the depths of my goldfish memory….

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