Back to my childhood…twice!
As I sit in the Cleveland airport, I am struck by how connected I am to the world in seemingly endless ways. I know this may seem cliche or cheesy, but stick with me.
My first flight brought me from Milwaukee, which has been my home for 14 years, to Cleveland where I was born. I lived in Shaker Heights nearby until I was six. I switched on my iPhone to check Twitter and saw more news about the balloon boy, who lives in Fort Collins, CO. My family lived in Fort Collins before making a second (and final) move to Wisconsin.
All if this en route to Chapel Hill, a place that became my home four short years ago. Have you ever had a day like this? I feel so undeniably linked to all of these places and people.
Now in the mood to be sentimental, I can’t help but wonder if it’s coincidence I’m flying through a city I first called home to visit the town I believe will become my heart’s last home.
I love how I always get this way in airports. Who’s coming? Who’s going? Who calls this place home and who will never see beyond the airport? How am I connected?
Times like these convince me that we are all absolutely connected. Call me naive, but I love how that feels.
I also love that I can share this with all of you from my cell phone. It’s Friday. Take a second and appreciate how utterly unalone you are.