Flying 10,000 feet above the ground can be a little intimidating. After several of these trips I am able to handle this with a combination of homeopathic calming drops and praying. What I haven’t seem to successfully avoid is crying as we fly away from my town…and my family. Ascending into the air I looked over to the right aisle, across the snoozing Beavers fan, and saw a sight that started the tears. The Montgomery building in the distance, the West Hills in the back, a bank of fog hanging over the area. As the crow flies, they were so close to me … yet so far away. Calvin, Gabby and Bella, my three daily companions. And the husband. The thought of him…the tears just flowed.
Earlier, we had a chance to stop for lunch. The husband is having a hard day and I felt a little helpless. I’m still not sure how to support him when he’s under this much pressure. I desperately wanted to hold him and make all the bad things disappear…totally inappropriate for the middle of a sandwich shop. So I just listened. And he said words that made me want to cry. Good words. Words that tells me I am loved and loved deeply. When the husband and I were first married I traveled several times to see my parents by myself. The husband always stayed home. We missed each other, but it was never like this. It makes me want this week to be over so I can be home where he is.
That’s what makes this trip so different from the one I took a little less than a year ago.
That day I flew out with a broken heart. Today I fly out with a whole heart, although it’s aching.
That day I didn’t know what my future looked like. Today I still don’t know what my future looks like, I only know that it’s wherever the husband is.
That day I was numb, fearful and anxious to meet people I only knew online. Today I can’t wait to see my tribe, moms I consider friends.
I left a broken soul last year. Today I left, fully alive and loved.
Although I’m longing for the day my plane touches back on Portland soil and I get to hug and kiss on the man I love so much, I’m excited for the adventure that awaits me this week.
I wrote these words on the plane almost 2 weeks ago. I was really going to blog while I was at the TTD conference, but I never really found the time. I was going to blog last week as we enjoyed our family vacation, but I was having too much fun. So now I’m home. I’m home and I have a pile of deadlines, bills and emails to deal with. And I still can’t find my writing mojo.
I did enjoy a day exploring Nashville thanks to my friend! I’ve decided that I could live in Nashville…if they had REAL mountains and the beach. It’s a big city, but it doesn’t feel like a big city. Driving around Nashville felt like I was visiting home…and I had never been there before aside from flying into the airport!
Nashville is the capitol city of Tennessee. The capitol building sets upon a hill overlooking a beautiful central park complete with a half circle of bells, a memorial to World War I and World War II Veterans and a timeline of the city. I was amused to see that they even had Segway tours. I guess Portland isn’t the only weird town after all!
Downtown has many historical buildings (including the original fort!), sites familiar to country music and some amazing architecture (including a full replica of the Parthenon).
The reason I flew across the country was to attend the Teach Them Diligently Conference and hang out with the Hip Homeschool Moms owners. I attended only a few sessions and perused the vendor hall briefly. I mainly spent time in my room with my roomie Trish talking about the Word. We did enjoy seeing some of our friends from Apologia and took time to get a snapshot.
I enjoyed myself, but I was anxious to get home to my family. Next time I travel to Nashville, I’m taking them with me!