Also, the end of this adventure acts as the beginning of another adventure. Only this one will last for the rest of my life. Sitting in class today listening to one of the last doom and gloom lectures of the year, I was struck by a strange anxiety. When the capitalist system collapses and the nation-state disintegrates, where will I get my clothes? Hmmm...re-entry might be more painful than I thought.
I have been warned that many of the things I now say without second thought will not be readily accepted back home. This perplexes me, because I am thinking the most incredible, glorious, radical things. Let me enlighten you:
The first thing I want to do when I get home is cook. I want to cook every meal, with my family, with love, with joy. Then I want to go for a hike. I want to hike a different hill everyday. I want to make T-shirts with obscurely witty slogans on them and laugh about it later. I want to make a puppet theater with my sister. I want to plant a garden. I want to fix my bus. I want to make everyone around me feel good and free. I want to go to Basalt town council meetings and ask obnoxious questions and take too many notes. I want to buy land with my love and partner, Jeremy. I want to build a dry toilet, a bike-powered washing machine and grow cotton. I want to host full moon bike-in movies to fund my personal revolution. I want to play the banjo really really well. I want to have babies. I want to dance. I want to have a lot of friends. I want to say that I think the nation-state is falling appart and then toast the end of the nation-state. I want people to calm down. There will be dancing at the revolution, and beer, so chill out.
As fun and fruity as this sounds, it is radical. This is revolutionary and it has nothing to do with signing petitions or attending meetings. Social change should sprout from a place of joy, and it will.
I cannot wait to come home.
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