I sent a thank you card to Holly recently to forward to a person in the business who said some wonderful things about my memoir and its potential once it finds a publisher. That kind of stuff is gold at this stage of my climb, and I wanted him to know what it meant. Dropping that card in the mail, knowing it was about to travel directly from my hands in Small Town, Missouri, to hers in New York City - sort of made me do the happy dance. I missed my chance to move far away after graduation and try to take the world by storm from some perch in the Big City or other world-conquering places. I missed the chance by not really wanting it at the time. So now while I settle in to this lovely little midwest life, I cherish every opportunity that helps me also reach outside of it. It's wonderful to meet new people, thrilling to have connections outside of my own quiet yard and pretty street.
This morning when Jake and I got in the car, I wanted to keep driving forever. Monday seemed so monotonous without the open road in it, and a new destination. I started fantasizing about just how wonderful the inside of an airport can feel.
Thankfully, the thrill of our road trip still lingered. It's not that I never go anywhere. I just wasn't going anywhere today. Fortunately, those are very different things.