“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.“ ~Robert Louis Stevenson
This is a very quick quest as night time is brief. I leave in the middle of the night to go see my oldest and dearest friend in the city where I spent the first decade of my adulthood. Leaving home is increasingly challenging for me as I have come to treasure the comforts of my cozy home in the woods above the idea of adventure. Yet when I think of a reunion with this friend who stood by my side on the day I was married and helped me laugh through the first weeks of each of my children’s lives, I know that the effort of the trip will be rewarded in the first moments together.
Going back to a place that shaped you is always a remarkable vantage point into oneself. Walking through old familiar territory shows the depth and breadth of the changes that happen, within us over time. Reunions with old friends do this as well and maybe even more deeply. The gift of sharing a past with someone is more precious as time rolls on and resting in the reflection of someone who has always loved you can unlock the best parts of oneself.
I am excited to find myself anew in this time.
