|Siesta Key, FL|
|Staten Island, NY|
Airports have been interesting. I shared beers with a priest from Ireland in an airport during one delay (I bought, in case God was keeping track) and helped break up a bar fight in the Newark Airport. I also had a bag of bagels stolen from me on that trip. Who steals bagels at an airport?
I’ve sat with nuns from the Philippines, and sat in the middle of a collegiate baseball team. Literally, right in the middle. That was a fun trip.
In 2011, I also logged time in Chicago, Philadelphia, New York, Connecticut, Kansas, Washington, D.C., New Jersey, Massachusetts, Missouri, and Colorado. I’ve racked up my fair share of frequent flier miles and become very good at packing.
|Our fridge of postcards|
I've always been a person who believes in the power of leaving home and exploring new places. Alone or with others, home somehow comes with you and returning home you’re usually better and for me, seeing my girls faces, I’m grateful to have a home I am so happy to rejoin. And you don't return to the same place because as much as you change so does everything that surrounds you, however subtlety. But taking that step out not knowing what's on the other side or what waits when you return is the biggest part of that choice. Life is change and a balance of listening to who you are, who could become in a immersion of unfamiliar, beautiful, and wild.
That's real. That's living.