Somehow, I have the feeling that the campaign trail will consist of a cyclical stress/recovery tradeoff. I just have to be careful not to get too relaxed during low tide.
Fortunately enough, Sandra keeps me on my toes. One of the great joys about the campaign is the excuse to engage the country, and the life I left behind for two years. I get to see the country that I love, immerse myself in the subjects that inspire me, and re-kindle friendships across the country. I am already used to the process of re-grouping with my LA friends, so the real comeback campaign starts in Houston.
No doubt, inserting myself into the life I left behind will be difficult. I have missed crucial periods in all my friends' lives. It's like I left an agricultural society and returned to an industrial one. Each person will have made the transition from a student to an adult. They will have made strides in answering the nagging question that was plaguing all of us for so long: "what are we going to do with our lives?" Across the country, separate lives will have been forged, with new jobs, friends, and romances. With each city, I will insert myself into a new life, see personalities from memory in complete fruition, and yearn for a life that will include the disparate activities of those I have shaped myself around.
But this is all too sentimental. In reality, I visit NASA, taking pictures posing as a rocket, or getting stuck in a 3 story slide, I learn the two-step while Texas cowboys laugh at my ignorance of country music, I listen to embarrassing 80's music that I missed so much in the UK (they have 80's but it's just not the same).
And all the while, I move forward. While enveloped the Obama campaign, I have my own cause, my own campaign. My friends are my supporters and my advisors, and my cause is my world view. Campaigning for someone else has given me a focus to build my own world.
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