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I’m suddenly irrationally nervous about him coming home. This is so stupid.
Not even slightly, same here.
Honestly when da rang me up and asked if I wanted to come with him to relive the trip he took when he was my age now that grandma has passed away I really did not consider in the third of a second or so it took me to say yes exactly what spending nearly two months sharing a room and essentially spending every waking moment with another person would mean for me.
Especially when that person suffers from chronic bronchitis and coughs enough to ensure maybe 4 hours solid sleep a night.
This trip has been so excellent however, I’ve seen more than I ever dreamed in the last month and a bit, I’ve walked over roman and Greek ruins in Ephesus and Delos, Ive haggled with street merchants in Istanbul, seen a call to prayer at the blue mosque, I’ve explored endless palaces and churches filled with so much grandeur that I spent the whole time with my jaw on the floor at the sheer levels of beauty and grandeur these people were surrounded by on a daily basis, I’ve pigged out on food from a restaurant on a river in the Tuscan countryside so fancy there was literally nothing but ferraris in its car park, I’ve honestly seen so much awesome shit I don’t know what to describe.
I’ve learnt so much about da as well, who he is, who my great grandparents were, where our ancestors came from, what they were like, what da was like as a kid and a young adult, how he and grandma met, he’s shared so many warm memories I wouldn’t even know where to begin sharing them and it makes me so sad to see his obvious loneliness in grandma being gone, which then in turn makes me feel so guilty for how I feel tonight, but holy crap what I wouldn’t give for a night either by myself or with Iona over with a fat joint, music playing and just not much happening at all, just one boring night and then I want to jump right back into this and see and experience every other thing I possibly can.
But all of this said, I’ve found myself with such a unique experience, sure I’m seeing the world and touristy spots that heaps of people see daily, but I’m doing it as much through das eyes as my own and while I’m absolutely certain he has probably been getting annoyed with me at times (who wouldn’t get the shits in constant contact with me?)
It’s becoming more and more obvious how much he appreciates me being here, even if neither of us can really manage an conversation about nothing much at all, subjects always seem very consequential, but I think honestly I’ve seen da now in a light that possibly nobody else save grandma probably did, who he is when he’s not worrying about keeping an image up, which he does, whether it be a father, grandfather, professional, whatever.
The da I’ve met on this trip is a completely different person, as strange and infuriating as he is intensely optimistic and passionate.
I’m consistently halfway between shitting myself in fear and excitement.
I’m gonna write a journal documenting the whole thing though so that should be cool.
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