An update...slightly jet-lagged.

I wonder if the emotions in airports are the same as they may have been at old train stations or sea ports in the past.   I picture the hugs and waves and tears and smiles.  I think of the excitement, fear, curiosity, adventure of going to a new place, or starting a new life, or going back to a place of memory.  Would the horns and steam engines, waves, or tracks have added something that can’t be found in airports? Would the smell of salt and seaweed or coal, or just a crowded place have made it different?  

I’m on a bumpy plane right now, 27 000 feet over British Columbia, 187 km away from landing in Victoria.  Every once and a while I hear the muffled laugh or murmur of my friends sitting five rows behind me.  I sit with quiet strangers, and it between bouts of sleep, I realize how much reality seems distant or unreal; dream like. 

While I may not be as outwardly excited by airplanes as someone else I know, they still amaze me.  How can I stand up, walk around, or sit in a hard seat on an object that is floating in the air? And it’s beautiful to stare out at the sky, and see Orion face to face with me, standing above city lights below.  

And if I put the whole idea of being in the sky out of my head, I still can’t believe I’m even “here.”  Here as in almost back on Vancouver Island.  Here as in almost in my hometown again.   I feel like I just got back to Ottawa!  And could it really be true that two of my closest friends are here with me?

The world gets smaller as bridges are built between the two  homes of my heart; old and new.  I’m nervous,  but so excited to be exploring the coast with Amber and Carla.  We have lots of ridiculous, ambitions plans.

 …The turbulance makes me think that the sky has rumbly tumblies in it’s belly, like Winnie the Pooh…