I’m not talking about the kind of trip where you drink a tincture and come away with a new sense of purpose and understanding.
On the kind of trip I’m talking about, you do occasionally drink tea and have a good old catch up with a loved one, where you might hit on some interesting topics, which may in turn give you new insight into a situation.
But I’m definitely not talking about the kind of trip where you go up into the clouds and see your ancestors.
On the kind of trip I’m talking about, you do get on a plane and you do go up in the clouds (as planes travel at approx.. 10,000 feet), and you are likely to see relatives, and some of them might be elderly.
But I’m definitely not talking about the kind of trip where you feel crazy for 8-12 hours.
Okay, wait. Now it’s getting weird.
On the kind of trip I’m taking about, you do occasionally attend a large gathering that may last the better part of a day, and you may drink a lot of soda and eat a lot of Red Vines, and because you already have hyperglycemia, you go slightly berserk.
So the type of trip I’m talking about is actually very similar to the kind taken by Ken Kesey and his Merry Pranksters.
A visit “home” can definitely feel like a drug-fueled trip (not that I would know – however I have done extensive research on Wikipedia, etc.).
There is a lot of talking, and crying, and hugging, and sleeping wherever, and saying, “I love you man”, and also (occasionally) taking drugs (like Tylenol) because sleeping on their sofa bed has left you with a crick in your neck.
But, it’s all worth it.
…The trip home. Not a drug-fueled trip, obviously. A drug-fueled trip can have devastating effects on your physical and mental health.
But then again, so can a trip home.