

When I traveled to Disney a few weeks ago- I had not flown in over a year. Not that I was avoiding it- just used my time to visit people by Honda. Sitting in the Charlotte airport- which is awesome to live by- I kept thinking that there is always a part of me that will feel at home in an airport. That the pace, movement, and processes behind the transit are comfortable, familiar, nearly perfected and well versed. I haven't formulated a disinterest- but after last August's sister trip I knew that I was done. I knew that I was done for a while. I had changed. I found, explored, and waited through the pursuit and then I finally moved on. Having arrived at this overlook- surrounded by God's creation in the Blue Ridge. I felt a lot like I did in the Airport. Home. Familiar. In some ways brought to life. The difference was I don't have to let them go, or choose. North Carolina has both. It's Land & Air. City & Mountains at the same time.
And its amazing.
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