today i took a bus over 30 miles and probably walked around 5, catching the last bus home from san jose before it only runs every hour. usually when this'd happen my anxiety would go through the roof and i'd kiss the ground as soon as i walked in the door. today i arrived home and i didnt feel much anything.
i think i might finally able to "function", at least in this situation. let's see how long this lasts. let's see where my anxiety shifts to next.
maybe its not that my anxiety has gone down even but that the urge to travel and experience new things has finally gotten strong enough to overcome it, though barely. i don't want to be home, i want to be living.
gabriel go hard
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