As always, the visit home was too short. It is impossible to be back amongst one’s roots and not recall the days past. Days before my father and grandmother passed on to whatever comes next. No matter how many times I come home to visit, it never gets any easier to leave. I was blessed with a wonderful family and a home filled with love. It shall be with me in these months to come.
Now, the time has come for the great journey. Admittedly I worry I may have gone a little overboard with this trip. Supposedly pushing one’s self and embracing situations that scare one, are keys to growth. If that is indeed true, then I shall return 10 feet tall.
I am, of course, excited as well. Since the days of my youth I have longed for such a journey. A great deal of my formative years were spent in books speaking of the adventures of lone heroes and wandering scholar warriors. Entranced by these stories, I longed for such adventures. Only now, on the eve of the greatest such odyssey I have faced, does the romanticism of those stories fade and the reality of what such a quest really entails come into focus. The greatest treasure the hero finds is passage home. Of course the journey, the hardship and the struggle must come first. To that end; Onward!
My first two flights are red eyes, so of course we have the following.