Grounded
"We talk about our father as though we loved him, but that was something we only discovered afterwards; while he was alive, he mostly worried us. He'd taken on so much... " (Up in the Air)
I spent all of March on the ground and in Oregon - something that is only notable because it's the first time since my father died that a calendar month has passed without paying my due to Alaska Airlines.
I count a lot of Firsts, these days. First Thanksgiving, First Christmas, First New Year. I turned 26 last weekend, too - so First Birthday as Head of a Household.
This past weekend was the first in recent memory that I didn't have to be anywhere or do anything. It was pleasant, albeit somewhat odd, sensation - so much so that I drove to Eugene on Sunday on a whim. I couldn't stand to stay in one place for so long. The last time I wrote, I talked about being exhausted by traveling, and I was (and still am, to a degree). But after six weeks on the ground, I'm exhausted by my lack of inertia.
Fortunately, my sense of disequilibrium will be short-lived. My trusty sidekick - Horizon 2571 - goes wheels up at PDX at 6:30 this Saturday morning - back into reassuringly chaotic embrace of Air World. I'm not at home anywhere, now - I'm most at ease when I join the ranks of the displaced.
I spent all of March on the ground and in Oregon - something that is only notable because it's the first time since my father died that a calendar month has passed without paying my due to Alaska Airlines.
I count a lot of Firsts, these days. First Thanksgiving, First Christmas, First New Year. I turned 26 last weekend, too - so First Birthday as Head of a Household.
This past weekend was the first in recent memory that I didn't have to be anywhere or do anything. It was pleasant, albeit somewhat odd, sensation - so much so that I drove to Eugene on Sunday on a whim. I couldn't stand to stay in one place for so long. The last time I wrote, I talked about being exhausted by traveling, and I was (and still am, to a degree). But after six weeks on the ground, I'm exhausted by my lack of inertia.
Fortunately, my sense of disequilibrium will be short-lived. My trusty sidekick - Horizon 2571 - goes wheels up at PDX at 6:30 this Saturday morning - back into reassuringly chaotic embrace of Air World. I'm not at home anywhere, now - I'm most at ease when I join the ranks of the displaced.