It's quiet up here, somewhere over Central America, the Big Bang Theory playing on the screen in front of me, some 4 hours into the Houston to Lima leg of my trip. There's something about long flights that makes the mind wander, and mine is meandering like the streams and rivers that I'm sure we're flying over down there in the dark. Most of the plane is asleep, but not me. I am wide awake, mind jumping from contemplation over whether I'll ever find somewhere back home that my roots will be happy to settle into permanently to random musings and excitement over the upcoming experiences that I am about to have over the next 5 weeks. My inner child has been buzzing with anticipation and producing the lyrics "I'm flying in an airplane, I'm going to Peru, to see Machu Picchu and the Incans too!" to the tune of that childhood song that goes "I'm going to the country, I'm going to the fair, to see the señoritas with flowers in their hair" over and over again. When it's quiet like this, and I'm up here by myself, I figure it's safe to let that inner child play. No responsibility up here, no clients calling, no one I know here to judge, just me and the child singing in my head. Travel gives me that, a space and time to get a way from all the heaviness that "real life" brings with it, a temporary escape, a time to play, and a chance to explore not only the world but also the parts of myself that everyday life suppresses. I know at the end of the journey I will have to go back home and find a way to fit back into the life I have created, but for now, until my traveling is done, I get to just exist in a space, figuratively and literally, above it all...And that is why I'm here. Greetings to all from up above the clouds!
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