and thus it begins again, sitting in the airport, waiting on a flight, stuck in that horrifyingly boring limbo between one life and another. it’s a strange feeling indeed, balanced here at my gate, surrounded by souls in transition and feet in motion. everyone is waiting or running somewhere else - there is no call to home here, no easy comfort. it leaves me wishing i could sleep through the lobbies to jump that much faster into the next adventure.

one long, incredible adventure too. a year in one of the most remote places on the planet, a year in a day (i’ll be back in the states tomorrow morning, if day is defined by a sunrise and a sunset), a year at the south pole. should be something amazingly crazy and wonderful, even if occasionally mundane. and it pales so completely to the adventure that starts when i return…

and here boards the flight.