2 weeks and counting

There's a lot of thought going on right now.
Between a great night last night, and a rough day at work, and a complete lack of energy and a failed attempt (OK, mediocre attempt) at going to the gym tonight, I'm in an off mood and feel like opening up a little bit because I'm pretty sure no one reads this. Who knows, maybe you do, if you're reading this, and it's not me, then I hope you get what I mean. Moving on.
Last night I was going to go workout and gather my thoughts, but instead decided to go to the Canoe Club, drink beer, and eat a burger, and make idle conversation with a stranger even if I wasn't in the greatest state of mind to talk to people. You understand.
I met John, who was an older guy, was very nice, and as you can imagine, we got talking about travel. He told me about a lot of the places he went to overseas, between Egypt, France, Thailand; he mentioned that this was the first year in about twenty years that he hasn't gone overseas. I'm slightly envious, I hope I'm able to do the same. John told me one thing, however, that caught me off guard. I almost forgot it, but miraculously it popped into my head this morning with rush of caffeine after I finished my coffee.
"He who travels alone travels the fastest and is probably the happiest."
That statement really made me smile.
I've traveled a lot, a lot alone, and sometimes with people. Alone is the best. Meeting strangers, telling them your stories, listening to theirs, there's nothing quite like it. When I'm with someone, I feel slightly restrained. Not because I'm selfish, I'm just slightly insecure when it comes to making decisions that involve other people.
I'm not good at making the first move or thinking of things to do that involve other people because I know what I like and I'm not very receptive on what others like. I try to be, but, it's either anxiety or insecurity or who knows. I can't even bring myself to kiss a girl unless she tries to kiss me first, which kind of explains why my track record is less than stellar.
I know this trip is going to change me, and that's the most exciting thing for me to imagine. To sit here and know who I am now, and know that in 7 weeks, if I'm back at this same computer, when everything is exactly the same now, I'm going to be different. I know it will be for the better, and I hope I don't burn to many bridges.
With all this talk of "hope" and "change" I feel like a fucking presidential candidate. I'll stop writing now.