At the moment I'm sitting at the airport in Vancouver, waiting for the plane that will carry me the greatest distance from home that I have ever traveled. If I were a little more awake, I'm sure my excitement would be as visible as my curiosity-however I've been drained by a series of long days.
And I have to admit that the excitement of the day is marked by sadness too. I learned that my grandmother passed away at 3:30 this morning, and it bothers me a little that I have to leave right in the middle of a family crisis. What else can I do? She would want me to go.The plane just arrived. Next time I blog, I'll be in Europe.
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