In my hand is a boarding pass and on it are three letters in bold: SFO. The ticket agent treated this as a very routine check-in. She tucked the boarding pass into my passport and handed it over the counter like I was just another passenger. Like I wasn’t someone who was about to…
The last few days have featured a slew of goodbyes, which has been especially uncomfortable for me. I much prefer the Irish style. But on the brighter side of things, it has brought me an overwhelming awareness of the incredible community of family and friends we’ve built here in San Francisco – a thing that…
I’m typically a last-minute packer. It’s a two-step process that begins with a list and ends with the zipping up of my carry-on suitcase. But this time is different. Yes, there’s a list – an exhaustive one – but there’s also a few extra steps. And none of this is coming together last-minute (even if…
We are solidly within the two-week mark, and this should all be feeling quite a bit more real. Yet it still does not, and I’m thinking that’s due to our plans (or lack thereof). At the time that I write this, we have the following actually ‘planned’ (read: paid for): 2 one-way tickets from SF…
As this trip draws closer I’ve begun to encounter (with increasing fervor) a familiar comment from most everyone I run into. It goes something like this: “You must be getting SO excited for your trip!?!” I know it’s harmless – it truly is, but with each rendition my anxiety has risen another octave. Because the…
This all began with an email I flippantly fired off to Dave one Monday morning. It was semi-prompted by the look on his face late the previous night as he anxiously checked his blackberry for the sixth time – from bed. In that email, I proposed a hastily constructed list of ‘next steps’ for our…
Somewhere Seeking 