Having been somewhere new fills my soul. It latches on and becomes part of me as I receive it gladly.
I’ve been baptized. Cleansed and wiped clean. Reset.
After a trip, I’m both liberated and yet somehow constricted.
On that flight, the time between being away and arriving back home is something akin to that hazy place between sleep and awake.
I’m being pushed forward. Forced to say sweet goodbyes to a new friend, while being greeted home by an old one.
My heart is fuller now, but grieved to leave.
Until next time.