The napkin the flight attendant gave me with coffee reads, “
“His trip from
I suppose this information is supposed to help me with the pains running up and down the backs of my legs and back from the two flights between
Such is the life of adventure. When we took off from
Our six hour flight left
The flight to
We are returning from a short two week visit to our homeland and house, including visits to family and friends as well as suffering bouts of illness. There were homeowner concerns to be fixed around the house, meetings with those who watch over the place when we’re gone, and business to attend when offices were not closed for the holidays. Then there were the holidays and packing it all up again. Our son spent as many hours as possible playing with his neighborhood friends. The list of what we couldn’t finish and people we didn’t have time to see was long enough to bring on a wistful regret and nagging questions about how much longer we will be leaping continents.
By the way, we have no idea.
One thing I have figured out is how to streamline my experience in the security check line at the airport (slip-on shoes, no coat, no belt, no watch, no barrette, and an easy to remove computer). I’ve learned to be flexible about who takes us to the airport (this time it was my middle daughter) and whether or not my oldest daughter will make it to Seatac to say hello or goodbye. I even have a favorite massage therapist at the “Massage Bar” in the C Concourse in
When I’m on the airplane and can’t worry any longer about what will break, spill or wrinkle in the luggage, I’ve said my good-bye’s, the house is far behind, and the local cell phone turned off for flight, a transformation happens. This is the transformation we all wish for when we dream of travel. My adventure begins. I am free. It feels like I leave the whole complicated world of ownership, bills, relationships, unaccomplished to-do lists and neglected responsibilities behind.
This fantasy lasts only the few hours we give ourselves to fly, land, sleep off a few hours of jet lag and eat pre-packaged airline food (now at extra cost) before the refrigerator on the other side needs to be filled because someone’s stomach is growling, and there are calls to be returned on the other cell phone. We realize the car is nearly out of gas when it’s time for
It doesn’t take much to grow skeptical of any fantasy. Nor is it difficult to build up an escape mentality between one world and the other: Just when one world feels heavy with responsibility, snap!, it’s time to flee to the other.
Friendships are hard to maintain because it feels like we always need help but have little time to help others. This reality grips me often, jarring my brain out of fantasy for days and weeks. My apologies, sincere as they may be, sound hollow even to me.
Let it be known, I love this adventure. I just wonder what it really costs--how many friendships will faze out for lack of quality and quantity time? Factor in the belief that loving God means loving those He created in tangible ways. You can imagine my dilemma.
Some days I want to simply shut myself up in the house and not worry about it, but that can turn into days of the same and a familiar loneliness sets in--the kind I've felt many times in my life and in many circumstances. We weren't meant to feed off of the meat of our own brains and emotions for very long. Jesus said we can't live on only bread, either, but "by every word that comes from the mouth of God." I need the sustenance of God and His church!
Don’t make me choose between
This week, I hope to have the stamina and determination to go on my four hour trek to see the gray seals. This is the last month I can do it before fall.
And who knows where we’ll be in the fall…