Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith. That’s pretty much what I did that Summer
morning, took a leap of faith, out of desperation. It was a perfect California day when I awoke
feeling just plain dirty. My body ached
from all of the abuse that my self- destructive ways had inflicted upon it and
it was time to make a choice once again, I could spiral down another rigid
spiral or I could jump into the abyss of the unknown. I walked out of my front door looked up
towards the peaks of the mammoth Redwood trees and decided if I jumped, there wasn't much further that I
could go down, so I packed my bags.
Armed with a cellular phone, a laptop and a bunch of
stickers I wandered down the mountain and into the village of Felton,
California to catch a bus to nowhere, I had about 300 bucks in my pocket. As I sat on the wooden benches and watched
the cars pass I saw a friend, I told him I was going to Los Angeles and hopped
the bus down into Santa Cruz. I sat silently
on that bus for a while rolling down the winding hilly roads of Nor Cal fearful
and anxious, what did I have to lose really?
I had hitchhiked here and if I had to, I would hitch away. When we reached the bottom of the hill, a
woman touched my shoulder and grabbed my attention, she told me that it would
be OK, that it would ALWAYS be ok and told me to jump. People like that have always popped into my
life at the perfect moment, so eerie, destiny.
When I arrived at the Bus Depot in Santa Cruz, I bought my ticket to
L.A. I didn't think twice, I was afraid and I was going to do it.
I have to be honest there was not much excitement on my trip
to Los Angeles. I remember stopping in a
few towns and loading up on some supplies, a calling card, some trail mix. Unlike most of my adventures there were no
friends to be made, it was just me in isolation I had to learn to be me again,
just me and God, a common theme of most of my adventures. Fear and anxiety crept in once again, “what
the hell am I doing? I am going to one of the most violent and populous cities
in the country with nothing” I had already taken the dive. As we pulled up into Skid Row I thought to
myself “I survived New Orleans right after Katrina, I will also survive this”.
This is the beginning of a
series of short entries about my Los Angeles adventures. If you read back it this blog there are
actual entries when I was there. I have
decided to tell my story in a more detailed way, to fill in the blanks. I hope that you come back and read more as I
continue my story with daily posts.
`tilly
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