I’m all about the original blog post titles, eh?
So, depending on when you’re reading this, I just may be in the air (I leave at 5:30a.m. EST). Flying is exciting to me. Probably because I haven’t done a whole lot of it in my life.
1988 = Salt Lake City, Utah with my friend Rebecca and her family (10 days).
1997 = Okinawa, Japan with my friend Rachel (3 months).
(Side note here, indirectly related to my time on Okinawa. This post says so perspicuously what has been burbling in my heart of late.)
2000 = New York City with Gabe (3 days).
2001 = Daytona Beach, FL with Gabe, baby Livi, my mom, Gabe’s mom (1 week).
2003 = South Dakota with Gabe, Livi, and Ava (10 days).
2009 = New York City with Gabe, Livi, Ava and Nina (2 days).
Notice I’ve never flown alone. I’m feeling adventurous (and a wee bit apprehensive).
2010 = Houston, Texas with myself. (4 days)
So, tell me: are you a frequent flyer? An I’ll-stay-on-the-ground-thanks kind of guy/gal? A world traveler? Where’s the coolest (or lamest) place you’ve been?
p.s. Please pray for my girlies. Last night was very, very, VERY tearful. I feel so loved but achy too. Thanks!