Leaving Burning Man, the depression was overwhelming me.
This is a continuation from part 1 & part 2.
I was scared to turn my phone on. After a week in the digital darkness, I wanted to continue the freedom from Facebook, email, and my projects at work. I tell ya, living without connectivity for 8 days does wonders for the brain.
We had arrived.
Continued from part 1.
Part 3 can be found here.
I’d read about the dust, and with it billowing around us, there was no mistake. We had made it to the playa.
Pulling into the bus depot, we all rush off the bus – we’re here, we’re here! As the baggage gets unloaded, we’re herded into a small group where the virgins are asked to step forward. Knowing that’s me, I move to the front of the group. We’re given a hammer and told to hit a bell as hard as we can as part of our initiation ceremony.
With Burning Man quickly approaching, I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about how my first trip to Burning man in 2014 broke my self-identity, rebuilding me into who I am today.
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*Jurrasic park voice* Welcome…. to part 1!
If you’ve never heard of Burning Man, you were just like me.
I had just gotten my first ‘big-girl’ job working in downtown Chicago. As such, it was my first job with paid time off. I didn’t know what to do with myself! I’d been working there for a while and had saved up enough money to take a vacation. Where was I going to go? Continue Reading