Sometimes planning a trip is almost as thrilling as going on the actual trip.
I’ve been planning a trip.
A marvelous opportunity has come up (of course, I will share with you when it is cemented) and I’ve been trying to move all the puzzle pieces to see if I can make it work.
Loves, the pieces are coming together.
There is a particular excitement that comes with travel. All the daydreaming and imagining of what this trip could be. What will I see! What will I learn about myself?
Some days, I can’t even concentrate on my work because I am so roused about the possibilities. The only feeling I can relate it to, is falling in love.
Maybe it is because for me, falling in love did have to do with travel. My husband and I knew each other for 13 years before we started dating. We went to the same high school, the same college. We even lived two blocks from each other for a few years. During that time, we carpooled to Cal State Long Beach. Tuesdays and Thursdays we had very long days. 8am classes and then I worked in the evening near campus while he took a night class. He’d swing by my work after class and wait till I finished my shift waiting tables. Then we’d drive the 30 miles back home at 11pm. I don’t think I ever drove. Even if we were using my car that week, he drove. I could sleep or do homework while he handled the freeway traffic.
We waited until it was most inconvenient to fall in love. When we lived in two different states. I lived in Portland, Oregon attending seminary and he was in the Bay Area studying law. We talked on the phone every evening at 10am. Every 2-4 weeks, he flew me down to visit for a weekend so we could actually see each other. He paid for my tickets. The anticipation of seeing him nearly hurt. Every song I heard, every action of waiting, every email he sent me seemed soaked with poetry.
We dated like that for two years, until I finished my degree and married him that same summer.
My husband will not be on this trip with me. Perhaps it is not the trip itself I am anticipating.
Perhaps it is returning home to him.
Love where the process of writing this took you :)
Lovely last lines