Friday, September 11, 2009
Patience at the Gate
Why is it that whenever I am most determined to get the hell out of dodge, I always run into out of my control something that makes me stop, sit and wait. Sometime ago it was getting stuck by an electrical short for two hours on the blue line train to O'Hare. Yesterday I spent an afternoon in the Fort Lauderdale airport waiting for a connecting flight to San Jose. "Grump" I had to wait an extra four hours. Turns out the flight was delayed from The Bahamas because it diverted to Port-a-Prince Haiti for a medical emergency. New Orleans, Fort Lauderdale, Miami, these cities are gateways for me, transitional places where I feel like I can start to shed my hard urban skin. Maybe it's good and meant for me to sit for a minute, allowing some process to take place inside myself before moving on into the other, slower world I mean to explore. Written over breakfast at the Costa Verde Inn, Ezcazu, San Jose, Costa Rica.
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Glad to see you're finally on the road! Travel's filled with false starts and stops--they make the final arrival that much better.
You are finally on your way to changes I am so excited for you and me because my grandmother used to tell me that if the people around you are making moves and changes you will not be able to sit still and remain the same.
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