Airports are so exciting. I feel like a kid everytime I am preparing to fly somewhere… If only for the anticipation of the airports.
Right now I’m sitting in LGA waiting to fly back home to Cincinnati for a short visit before driving up to my second home, Ann Arbor, for some pure and crazy madness- AKA Camp Hogwarts; 2 weeks with some of my closest friends and creative soul mates, creating a sequel to that silly and wonderful Potter play we did one whole year ago.
Marc Broussard is playing in my ear and I’m thinking about how much has happened in a year and how none of it was what I expected it to be. Sometimes better, sometimes worse, but always surprising.
I’m also thinking a lot about homes and what makes a home and how I ache for the Midwest most days, but still something whispers in my ear “New York is where you are supposed to be”.
I’m wondering if I’ve enjoyed and appreciated the journey of this past year as much as I could have. There is a delicious ambiguity that is just not always given grace.
I feel the distance a lot, but especially when I travel back. Tonight it will take me a car, a bus, and an airplane just to get me back to where I began- and after all that travel and effort, I always start wonder if it’s worth it; to be so far from everything I know and love in pursuit of something yet unseen. I think one day I will say yes, but for now it’s still a question mark on my life.
What I do know for certain is that the next two weeks may quite possibly give me some of the greatest memories of my life… And in spite of all my worries and anxieties, I’m the luckiest because I have an abundance of lovely people who I yearn to get back to- and starting today I get to go back.
And we will laugh and trade stories and catch each other up on our varied and separate lives…. And these people, both my biological family and my creative family… They probably don’t know most of the time how they keep me going, even though my life may be a mess.
Home. I get to go Home. A return to roots, so that I can remember how to grow.
It’s a big life, but a small world… And you just never know what’s coming for you.
