Landing thoughts
I don’t travel a ton, but I do a bit more than the average American. Confirmed this with the almighty Claude. As I admired the lit-up Boston skyline while my plane was descending recently I found myself having those landing thoughts again. They only occur when I’m landing back home, not at the destination on the beginning of the journey. Must be because the journey has concluded. When it starts I’m either excited for fun times or gearing up to do business. Coming home is always great. The journey away is not always great. But there’s a consistency to my thoughts as the familiar skyline comes into view no matter if the trip was delightful or draining. I find myself taking a bit of inventory and considering what I am carrying off the jet other than my baggage. What’s with me that wasn’t when I left? What did I miss and look forward to finding again? Am I smarter than I was when I exited the Callahan Tunnel a few days prior? Am I humbler? More grateful? What did I see that might make ...
