Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Clicking Heels 3 Times Does Not Get You Through Airport Security Any Faster


I didn't think we'd ever get out of the Montreal airport frankly. It was sort of a comedy of errors on the part of the airlines on which we were traveling. Lost reservations, switched luggage tags, an extraordinary security search...

At least the only cavity searched was a suitcase - one in which nothing unusual was inside.

To travel like that - to pick up and just go for several days - to be entirely removed from one's element where the only expectation is to expect the unexpected...it's an amazing experience.

There were surreal moments, pretty people, awesome performances by some incredible bands, good beer as well as cider, dancing homeless people dressed in prison orange, an Act of One, and so many other moments I want to remember. Some, I'm sure, I will share here over the course of the next few days.

Tonight though, today, I'm home...

And Home feels out of sorts to me. Comforting and lovely to be in my own space, my own bed, my own quietness with a very glad cat who's not left my side since I walked through the front door. Yet, I'm out of sorts. Not quite acclimated to the fact that I am, in fact, home where I'm supposed to be.

I love Home. But I'm finding out I have an addiction to adventure. And the next one seems far away.

1 comment:

Kristin said...

Yay! You're home! Sounds like you had a fantastic time. I'll look forward to hearing more about your adventures!