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Busy is the word.

We’ve been here and there and everywhere it seems. Do you think more when you travel? I believe that I do. Maybe it is because you are visually stimulated by the look of a different place. Or maybe it is the fact that you encounter people from far off lands for brief moments in time. 

We were probably directly above Indianapolis when I really just wanted to be home.

The absurdity that comes with unusual flight plans just kills me sometimes. Starting in Orlando and ending in Memphis doesn’t normally require a stop in Chicago, but for us it did. It’s like realizing that you’ve forgotten something at the store after you’ve already made it home. Not just like that, but a little like that. 

I love airports though. Things are accessible. Coffee is within arms reach and newspapers are everywhere. So I could sit in the delight of a layover for days… it’s just the first leg of an unnecessarily multi- appendage flight that sometimes aggravates the happiest of fliers. 

It’s interesting though. When you get off of the jet, pickup the guitar from the plane side attendant, bathroom break, get the luggage, carry the luggage to car… you immediately begin to feel the security of home. 

In the car you are free to have the conversation that you couldn’t have on the plane and didn’t have time for in the terminal. In the car you sit in a place that you’ve made friends with, listen to music you’ve somehow forgotten about, glance at a gasoline gauge picture that you typically don’t see as you crank up the car. 

Travel always teaches us new things about new people in new places, but sometime for me, it makes me appreciate that home smell you’ve worked so hard to forget.

Funny though, now that I’m home I’m ready to go again.