shoving off

I love that image- like putting your foot on the edge of a dock and giving your boat a good shove, off into the waters. I'm in the San Francisco airport, waiting for my travel partner, and charging every piece of electrical equipment to tie me over till a converter comes along. We shove off at 1:20am, May 31st. It doesn't feel real yet. Discombobulating- so in the moment that the future is just a skeletal narrative of location. And I like it that way. Most travel daydreams are so far from realities lived, you wonder why you ever spent time on them... unless they are escape from the now. I haven't needed that at all this year.

Spent a little over two weeks in Dallas with friends and family, filled to the brim with laughter and love. My parents have a one bedroom apartment in downtown and we cohabitated happily there, even taking in an occassional extra sleeper. Sign of harmony. Details spared, it was satisfying, gratifying and a beautiful treasure I am departing with today!

Now, though, now my feet are on the neutral floor of an airport walkway and my mind is pulling its webs into the patter of transient feet and rolling wheels, to the 30lb pack by my elbow. My stomach is full of questionable sushi and I might take on another early evening cup of coffee. Sleep time will not matter for the next few days as my body figures out where the sun is.

This is it. This is the rambling beginning of shifting paradigms and stretching to make room for new. I have no idea what to expect, except for two hopes:

1) new friends and new hearts
2) old friends and familiar hearts.

so with that I have to say, emphatically- thank you for being here with me. And please, keep me updated on your life too, as we travel through the next couple of months in our lives- we are always on a journey!

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