Up, Up and Away

10-11-10

“Sir, the airplane is not going to wait for you.” 

There is still half an hour or more before my flight is scheduled to leave.  With regard, the airline representative’s tone became far more effective than encouraging. I hurried.  But, comically, halting my mad rush was a line to board the flight; and panic was to therefore retreat behind a pleasant, Southern Californian four day benediction.

I became completely prepared to live so removed from home only after an unusually low climb to cruising altitude.  This allowed for a lengthened and emotional view of the neighborhoods of my home, family, friends and church.  I tried to hold on.  Landmarks underwent questioning as the sights became less and less familiar until reality arrived, but surprisingly without doubt in tow.  I have now officially embarked on my long adventure.  But I am confident in what I feel led to do.  World adventures and experiences shall positively be an index for, and testament to how wonderful Minnesota really is.

In timely fashion, I’ll just have to return, I surmised.  And when I ache and yearn for her, memories and photos and letters home must suffice; so removed and vicariously in Minnesota’s stead.  Flight schedules and the etcetera may not wait, but I am convinced Minnesota will wait for me, and indeed, I for her.