Beethoven and Baggage, and New Horizons, Too – 29 August 2012
I’ve just arrived at the first airport on my five-city, seventy-five hundred mile journey – Charlotte-Douglas International Airport. And I hope I’m not humming Beethoven so loudly that the people sitting next to me get creeped out about it. But it’s Beethoven, and it’s his Violin Concerto, no less.
I hum to myself often. I have full conversations with myself, too. I’m an offbeat kinda guy, in case you had no idea.
The entire six-hour bus ride out here, my mind was curiously blank. No second thoughts, no third guesses. This is happening, and I’m excited.
My last night in Charleston was a good one – the best one, in fact. The perfect way to say good-bye to the Holy City.
But onto new horizons as they say – and by they, I mean me.
It turns out that I’m fifteen hours early for my flight out of Douglas, so I’m sure there’ll be lots of time for reflection. But this isn’t a time for tears, though.
That was actually something that had crossed my mind a few times in the past three-and-a-half months – Would I cry? I’m not the type, but this is a pretty big deal, you know. I figured if the waterworks were going to flow, they would have when I said my final good-byes. But it was pretty standard, and dry. I miss my family, my extended family of friends, and the Holy City like crazy already, but I’m not a five-year-old.
As I sit facing the ticket counter and watch the other travelers walk past me on their way to their gates, I realize that this is really something special. Nobody here has any idea where I’m going, and they’d never guess in a million years, either.
I don’t even know what’s waiting across the horizon yet. But I’m excited as hell.