Handwritten Journal
December ushered in a sense of peace and excitement to my life.
The sense of excitement, I assumed, was because of my imminent work trip to Ohio and return home for the holidays. It made me recall my trip home the year before and how I was delayed (with many others) at the airport in Atlanta. We were bused to a number of hotels in an effort to find lodging for the flight the next day. It was an adventure with many strangers (one beautiful) for me. I love the transit more than the travel.
The sense of peace, I determined, was because of my conversation with Ophelia the evening of Thanksgiving. I pined for more. I finally admitted this to myself in an act of documented honesty.
