Recently Shannon wrote a piece on being far away from home when her grandmother died. It got me thinking, “are those that don’t travel somehow getting it more right? Are they more in tune with what actually matters?”
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“She must have been waiting for you,” distant relatives said softly at the visitation, cupping my hand in theirs with furrowed brows and sympathetically tilted heads.
“I think so, too,” my head would tilt back.
But I didn’t actually think so. In reality, she was already gone by the time my plane touched the ground.
Here are some tips on staying calm and soaring easy as you blast through the air at 600 mph in a giant metal tube with 400 other people. Which, y’know is totally casual and normal and not something to be totally freaked out by.
I hadn’t even brushed my teeth when I got the notification that bombs had exploded in Bangkok.
“Fuck,” I thought, sliding my thumb back and forth over the home-screen. The bright and glassy ‘6:02 AM’ gave me a headache. I locked my phone. “Now what?”