The funny thing about being able to travel so often, is that for a moment you can forget how gloriously wonderful it is. This is self-preservation, I believe, as it’s always a balancing act of telling people where you are and what you’re doing and also not making a big deal about how you’re going on vacation again.
But then you remember what a blessing it is. The miraculous kind of blessing, like say waking up and still being alive for another day, with every thing, everything spread out before you, full of endless possibility.
I’m going back to Ireland – beautiful, cold, rainy, green, illuminated Ireland. My darling love. Ireland has been so many things to me over the years. To discover it as I have already has been a gift. I can barely breathe when I really think about how I’ll be there again, so soon. Like meeting an old friend, or a lost love who always shows up ready to hear all your old stories again, as if they were new.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m excited. Even after all this time. Even after all the flights, sights, and wondrous views of this big, grand world. It never gets old.
Must be true love.
But then you remember what a blessing it is. The miraculous kind of blessing, like say waking up and still being alive for another day, with every thing, everything spread out before you, full of endless possibility.
I’m going back to Ireland – beautiful, cold, rainy, green, illuminated Ireland. My darling love. Ireland has been so many things to me over the years. To discover it as I have already has been a gift. I can barely breathe when I really think about how I’ll be there again, so soon. Like meeting an old friend, or a lost love who always shows up ready to hear all your old stories again, as if they were new.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m excited. Even after all this time. Even after all the flights, sights, and wondrous views of this big, grand world. It never gets old.
Must be true love.
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