Seems like yesterday when I saw her. I was coming down the escalator looking into a crowd that spanned the waiting area at the airport, looking for her. Then I saw her standing by the back near the glass wall. Even more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Walking up to her once I got off the escalator was stepping into a whole new world with no turning back, the anticipation, the fear, the power of going after love.
November 15 2005. I still have the plane ticket stub in my memorabilia. I look at it sometimes and wonder where did all my innocence go. That morning when I realized that I basically packed everything that was important to me because this is what needs to happen. There was no turning back once I put that suitcase in my dad's SUV. My flight was like my mourning time to mourn the life I was leaving and the literal flight was also my transition from one world to the next, from one life to the next, from one way of being to the next. And my only tether to know that this was real and that this all meant something good, was her. So as I walked up to her through the crowd greeting each other, welcoming their loved ones back, I was walking up to say hello in person, for the first time...."Hi".
I don't think I ever saw anything more beautiful that day or ever in my life as I stood watching her look at me. The face I only saw in pictures, her hair now showing its tint of red that you wouldn't really see in the pictures on my old computer back home and hearing her voice, no more held back by 1500 miles of technology and digital highways. (to be continued).
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