(Written Feb. 12) – Sitting in my room. Packed up, TV is on, and I’m finishing my coffee. Soon as I finish this, I’ll pack up my computer, go down and check out. My buddy Gary picks me up at 1130 to get me to the airport.
I hate endings.
I hate vacation endings. I hate the ending of a story. I hate relationship endings. I hate endings of teaching missions that were so much fun over all they felt like a holiday. I just hate endings.
I also go through a HUGE agoraphobic attack. I’m always afraid I’ve overpacked; that my bags won’t be check. That I’ll miss flights, that I’ll not be able to get my carry on bags in the overhead bins, etc.
And then I get to the airport and start flying and it’s all better.
Until I get home…and the rubber meets the road.
LIfe shifted seismically under my feet during this trip. Naples; it’s always Naples. But we’ll see what happens when I get home and get to start working out the next part of my own story.
So…see you all in an airport if I get a chance to relate any amusing anecdotes of my journey.