I adore travel. I always have.
Roadtrips with the family to the Dakotas or trekking to the east coast in the minivan.
I have been on a handful of mission trips: local and abroad. Studied aboard and lived with the most amazing family. And straight up adventurous excursions: i.e. I was in the Christmas Markets in Switzerland and Germany last year with my four year old and dear friends. I have heard languages that I could not decipher, and enjoyed the take off and landings… I would order hot tea with no cream or sugar and some vegetable juice with no ice. (Do you remember when they used to serve burgers on domestic flights, for free?) Travel has always, always given me insight to the local culture.
This last weekend I traveled for work. Some of us meet and chatted with the manager of a Mexican eatery…. He shared his heart, both frustrations and moments of deep joy. It was good to meet him. Connection to culture was made, even transient culture as he had not lived in the area for a long time.
My husband is a navy chaplain. We currently live in San Diego. Prior to this we lived in Bahrain- go. And prior to this we lived in New York, serving the most amazing church in the Catskills. Before the military, we lived in Wisconsin, and in Marin Country of the San Francisco area. We were wed in this last location, it is completely stunning. And before this Ryan, my husband, was in Montana, and I was in Colorado, Minnesota, and Wisconsin.
I have found that my heart has been tucked into and left in many of these lands. And I am grateful to be a part of a company that allows travel for incentives. I never want to settle for too long…. I have noticed that exploration of different ideas, and cultures, and hearing others stories expands my heart and my vision, it allows understanding, and growth, and wisdom. …so take my clothes, take my belongings— I will sit and weep over this atlas and the people and new ideas it represents and when I get the blessed honor to travel down the road or fly in a jet, I will be ever thankful, as those moments are my daydream. …yes, my husband proposed at an airport.
…the photo was my go-to NYC breakfast from Grand Central