On Monday I got onto a plane for the first time in 19 years and as it lifted off to take me to my first new U.S. state in nearly as long, I cried hard. I was a little afraid of leaving behind my family, my safe place, my home, my pets, and people who know how to help me when I'm sick, and a little afraid of being in a tin can in the air. But mostly I was overwhelmed with the momentousness of it all happening. It has been so long since I have been able, or willing, to travel, and to leave those things behind me. It felt like such an enormous marker of how I'm doing right now.
First (of five!) fish I've ever caught.
I hope this happy, warm week in Florida was the first of many.