This will probably be the last post of the great Asian adventure. At last the trip is coming to a close. In a week I’ll be home, exhausted and beat, but hopefully happy. For the moment I’m in Kuching, on the edge of a river in Borneo, experiencing the mixed feelings of a traveler about to return to familiar shores. Part of me wants to be back already, and part of me wishes I never had to go home.
There will always be the good things. My parents will be waiting, and soon we’ll drive north to a family reunion in Maine. It’ll be nice to spend time at our cabin in the woods, swim in the lake, and see my aunts, uncles, and cousins again. These are the comforting elements I look forward to – along with the food. Oh god, the food. Don’t get my stomach started.
But that aside, there’s the uncertainty of being an adult who expects his parents to pick him up at the airport. There’s no job waiting, no semester of school, just a bit of savings, some manuscript drafts, and a Peace Corps application. I’ve got corny things like dreams in my pockets, with a fair amount of hope, and I’m trying hard to ignore the words of a Pole who said that hope is the mother of fools. Time will tell, and there are no sure things.
Still, I’m ready to leave Malaysia. I went to the park the other day – not the one with homosexuals meeting after dark, or signs warning against all forms of skating, or even deep in the jungle, just a landscaped stretch in the center of town – and something bit me on the foot. It’s the second time something’s bit my foot in that park. There are far too many bugs in Borneo. And when I went back to the park today, a bird shat on me.
That’s it, I’m leaving. I’ll catch you all on the flip side.