a philosophical approach to travel

The plane took off and turned east. Out my window, my entire adolescence lay sprawled out below me. The plane window rolled slowly over neighborhoods and streets so familiar, from that altitude I didn't see the threads of roads so much as the faces of people who lived on them. Every patchwork of color was a memory, an association... can't this thing go any faster???

It's amazing how calm I am about all this. I don't even have the that familiar building in my chest one gets at the beginning of an adventure... I just hope they don't lose my luggage this time around. When inclimate weather marooned me in Miami, I just started looking for a hotel... no use screaming about it. Formally, I think I would have sat under the departure gate's sign, rocking back and forth, glancing at my watch every five minutes. In fact, I had a lovely day on the beach, lugging my backpack and laptop around, shoes in hand... I had sand between my toes but really no anxiousness in my stomach.


Growing up is not avoiding stressful situations or even necessarily navegating them better... I think it's more in the acquired ability to simply

TAKE LIFE AS IT COMES