Flashback. Tuesday morning. 5:45 AM. Halifax airport terminal. Gate B20. Mixture of dead tired, alive and blissfully content. Clenching a tea in my hand. Worshipping its ability to smooth out my full body goosebumps from the chill caused by the early morning Eastern rain.
Sitting at the terminal attempting to write. The rhetoric I require to share my learnings and explorations of my trip to the East coast this past week seems to be sitting stagnant somewhere deep in my subconscious. Sad truth. I suspect the reasoning for such is that the highlights of my trip differ greatly from the events I'd expected to stand out. More than the Atlantic Ocean, the beautifully aged and colored homes and buildings, beyond the incredible food, perfect weather and never ending open roads - it was the people I was surrounded with that moved me, taught me, and changed me (beyond what I expected to find in the back yard of my own country anyway). Much much more to share when life allows. Boarding.
With rushed love,
J.
