This isn’t a sad story. There’s a happy ending, I promise. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
When was the last time you traveled alone? Is it something you do often? Do you go to exotic places, on spontaneous solo adventures? Or is your travel purely business, an inconvenience, a means to an end?
Or do you go to someone you love? Someone you long for at night, someone you see when you stare out the window, someone you look for in every stranger you pass by? That’s such a cliche, but you know… Sometimes it’s true.
I sat on an airport bench, my hand clutching the phone that was held fast to my ear. What were we saying? What did it mean?
—I booked my flight to LA. I leave the 18th. Get back the 9th.
—I’m not going with you.
—Well, you have until the 18th to decide. Are you going to give this a chance? Are you going to try? Are you going to give 100%, just like I’ve been?
—If not, I’ll go. And when I get back, we can start again. Separately.
I travel alone. All the time. It’s never been scary or stressful, but adventurous and freeing and fairly fulfilling. I can’t remember the last time I traveled with him. It was probably right around this time, the last set of holidays. We flew to LA.
World of horror?
Has Martin Luther Kings Jr dream come true?
The World of Food
Here we are || Prisoners of the urgent || High on the constant busyness || When do we reflect
The backside of the building. At lunch, I go on the same walk almost every day. I'll have to go on a different mid-day walk after I leave.
About thirty days until I leave this place. Trying to reconcile leaving with all the work that's left to do.
Expertise, learning new things.Things I am good at...Things I need to learn...Things I think I'm good at
Lunch in dc...