"The loveliness of wandering, of travel, dangles like a carrot on a stick, but it's coupled with the heartache of wanderlust, of knowing that there will always be one more thing to see." -Tsh Oxenreider
This time last year I was buzzing with nerves as we sat in the Portland airport waiting to board our first flight. I was scared and anxious – what if we didn’t pack enough? What if we didn’t plan enough? What if we run out of money? Our flight from PDX to Vancouver, BC was easy. A long layover in Vancouver had calmed me down. The familiarity and excitement of being in the airport gave me some comfort. I’ve always liked airports, for the most part. As a kid I always looked forward to wandering through them. I loved getting on the plane, being settled in my own chair, with my own tray table, and a fresh coloring book that the flight attendant passed out. A similar excitement still takes hold when I board a plane now, but not because of the coloring book or the tray table. It’s because I’m going somewhere – and that is exciting. So this time last year we board our flight to London and 6 hours later we step off the plane, into another airport, and walk to our summer adventure.
This year looks different. This year, I was sitting in a cubicle reminiscing and getting slightly emotional thinking about the year that preceded. I feel like maybe I think too much about it, maybe I don’t hold the present moment with enough weight, only longing for what has gone by. But what went by was so good -- so, so good -- and it feels unfair to brush it to the past and look only to right now. But right now is my current experience. And while not quite as intoxicating as wandering to places unknown, the sun is projected to be out for the next several days and after this winter, that’s pretty exciting too.