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Planes, Trains, and Conversations
Telling stories as I travel
Today is my “Planes, Trains, and Automobiles” moment. In the space of 36 hours, I’ll have taken my fair share of each, and all pointed towards this final destination: home. Outside of the annoying time lags, which result in that instant sadness of understanding you’ve completely miscalculated when you’re leaving the train station, everything seems to be going according to plan.
With yesterday’s grand events behind me and now being put into the unenviable pocket of waiting for decisions to be made (hopefully) for my benefit, I now get to turn my attention to matters more domestic. There are a few horses and donkeys that need some attention, as well as a wife I’ve not seen in a while. These things matter when all else is shoved aside, and it becomes still and quiet.
This isn’t to say that patience and forbearance have suddenly become virtues I engender. Far from it. As I tried to sleep on the plane overnight, I was churning through the fifteen thousand little actions I’d need to take should this next path avail itself. I was building organizations, determining hierarchies, and figuring out the interdomain work that needs to be done. Reader, let me tell you that it’s exhausting to sit in that chemical soup of excitement for too long.
When blessed sleep finally came…
