Transit, tumult, tears and telephones
Monday April 20
Today was a day of transit from Athens to Rome, filled with deep personal tumult and teary phone calls to the Arctic where the most amazing person I know is currently residing. She got me through the storm, and I was on my way.
At the airport in Athens, where it was sunny and hot, I was tempted to dump my rome ticket and grab a flight to an island. But I didnàt. When I arrived in Rainy and Cold Rome, I wished I had indeed gone to a beach. I had to remind myself that travelling is like eating at a restaurant…you canàt expect to have everything on the menu all at once.
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