By Jasmine Wilborne
( I wrote this closer to “I’m baking my ass off post” but got a bit idk wonky and decided not to post it at the time. )
Last week, I went over to my friend’s Jen and Jesse’s apartment. They live across the street from a Jewish cemetery, where I’ve gone on a very PG walk through with a date.
Jen, a new friend addition to my coveted friend group, and I swapped cookies. Her delicately cinnamon sugared snicker-doodles and me, my monster cookies. Naturally, since we share friends, PermaCycle came up.
This conversation made me realize that out of everything for this bike trip, having the stuff to do it and the right stuff, matters to me more than having a concrete plan.
Here is a snippet of what was said:
“Do you know when you are leaving?”, Jon says. Jon is Jen’s boyfriend. Because of their near inseparable and beautiful relationship I have resorted to melding their identities linguistically as: JenJon.
“We plan on leaving in April for a “trial” trip in New England and then come back in May for Seth and Jenna (one of my younger sister’s) college graduation,” I say.
“So you are basically leaving in May?” Jon says.
“Kinda not really,” I say.
Jesse, often referred to as a “gentle giant” butts in.
“Are you putting on weight? I had a friend who road his bike from Seattle to New York. When he rode through the Rocky’s he lost like 20 pounds and he was a skinny guy,” he says.
I scrunch up my face. Hell no. In no way shape or form will I gain wait just to lose it!
“Are you going to ride the trans-atlantic bike route,” JenJon says.
“That sounds so familiar,” I say.
The conversation goes on like this for a few moments and I feel exposed, unsure, ignorant and a bit naïve. Here my friends know more about planning this trip than I do. I’m really just flying by the seat of my pants really. It really boils down to this: What some people have taken years to plan, we have spent honestly about a few months, if that, planning.
Me in freak-out mode is terrifying. And I was getting there. Thinking about all the things I would need and all of the unknowns. Until I settled on this truth: Focus on the things you can control. Buy the things you can buy and relax.
Until next time!