Memory Lane

It's difficult -- in the wake of the intensity of building an aircraft, learning to fly it, and planning for forty days of flying in it -- to remember where you came from. Stumbling across this entry (from dark days past) jogged my memory immediately. I wouldn't have life any other way than it is right now and that, despite whatever is to come, is a wonderful acceptance.

Hashtag throwback; hashtag all of the feels.

"Sitting in the AppelJack Diner. Broadway/55th. I feel fragile, unwound, exhausted. As the haze of my own exhaustion settles though, a certain clarity comes along too. I miss my family so much, in this moment. I realize too, that I've been so angry. Why am I always so angry and dissatisfied? And this is what matters most. Finding a way to be happy no matter what. Food's here. I wish I was eating with my family. I love them."

"Sitting in the AppelJack Diner. Broadway/55th.
I feel fragile, unwound, exhausted. As the haze of my own exhaustion settles though, a certain clarity comes along too. I miss my family so much, in this moment.
I realize too, that I've been so angry. Why am I always so angry and dissatisfied? And this is what matters most. Finding a way to be happy no matter what.
Food's here.
I wish I was eating with my family. I love them."