Lines of people wind through the rows of kiosks, standing on the cold marble floors that echo with the clicking of feet rushing to and fro. The sounds of quiet conversation, laughter, and frustration bouncing off the walls. You can feel the room pulsating with anxious energy as people wait.
There are a few things in life that bring about the myriad of emotions that traveling can.
Drew and I love to travel,(despite the accelerated aging and impending wrinkles that my mother swears will be enhanced by constant flight) it is one of our most anticipated hobbies. The feeling of boarding a plane and knowing that in a few hours time you will be hundreds (or thousands) of miles away from where you started is liberating.
Our current trip is taking us “home”, back to Grand Rapids, for ten days…and for some reason as the trip approached we both seemed to contract “travelers stress”. We were anxious, about arranging a place to stay, having a car to drive, and coordinating schedules between work, and seeing all of the amazing people we want to see while we are back east. Its a strange feeling going back to the place you have called home for most of your life and not really feeling like you have a “home” to go to.
Our stress formed out of this weird sense of uncertainty. We are finally adjusting to California and so excited to be moving out of Fullerton to Echo Park where we actually want to be, so going back to Michigan feels bitter sweet.
For the longest time we couldn’t wait to go back, we talked about it with anticipation, our hearts swelling with excitement, like children waiting for Christmas morning. We couldn’t wait to spend time with our family (and by family I mean our friends, we are so lucky to know the most wonderful people) and to visit all of our favorite coffee shops and restaurants… and yet, something felt off.
That feeling of “Christmas” seemed to have shifted. Our new apartment in Echo Park now feels like our Christmas tree, sitting just out of our reach, shimmering, waiting for us to slip the jingling keys into the lock, decorate it and call it “home”.
As Drew and I stood in line waiting to board our flight from LAX to DTW, he looked down at me and said, “Well, for all we are feeling, this I know to be true. Home really is where ever I’m with you. So no matter what this trip has in store, it will be great… it’s you and me.”
I smiled back and pulled him close. Somehow, knowing that no matter what happens, no matter where we are, (wether in LA or GR) he is my home and that comforts my spirit.
And so I sat, writing this while 35,000 feet in the air, my heart at ease. Once again beyond excited to be heading to Grand Rapids. Our time will fly by and be blissfully busy, but sharing the moments together and with those we love will make all of the hassle more than worth while.
Farewell for now LA, Grand Rapids, it’s good to be back.