Okay, so maybe we won't be wandering in the desert for 40 years (hopefully), but it feels almost Biblical as we start our own adventure. Holly and I are on the flight to Houston, where we will catch a flight to Buenos Aires. We said our (slightly tearful) goodbye to her mother as we entered the airbridge for the first of many flights over the next 9 months. The anxiety I felt before we left Holly's mom's house for the airport has been replaced by mostly excitement and, surprisingly, a calmness. Holly is her usual outwardly calm self.
I guess I should be soaking up every aspect of this journey, but right now I won't be too disappointed when this flight is over. Holly has been reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo and now is resting. I was building my adventure reading list, pulling recommendations from the latest issue of Outside magazine, before I started writing. Excited as I am about the forthcoming big adventures--Antarctica, Machu Picchu, New Zealand--I am also excited about the mundane--having coffee in the morning, reading great books, writing this blog. Undoubtedly, being able to share the mundane with Holly, wherever we are, is what makes it exciting. While this flight may not be exciting me, I hope I never forget what a joy it is to go on this big adventure or share my life with someone so special to me.