Getting to the airport can be such a pain in the behind. I clearly remember the standby flights and the tension that went with it while working for Southwest Airlines. And in Uganda, they just decide to shut down airlines for the night a bit earlier than expected, which is an experience post in itself. But at places like the Dayton International Airport, this isn’t the case. I was checked in, through security, and holding a cup of Boston Stoker fresh brew within 10 minutes. Which means it’s writing time.
I am down to my final hour in Ohio for a few months, with a whole list of states coming up in my near future. The first of these destinations is Atlanta, GA. I’ll be training with my team at Campus MovieFest and preparing for our road trip journey to San Francisco. It’s estimated to be about a 40 hour trek, which will include a box truck stocked full of supplies, a minivan, and four of us to cover the driving. The furthest road trip I’ve ever had was with David Ranzino, as we ventured from Orlando to Pittsburgh to start our Relevant Magazine/ Love Alliance Summer Tour. For 18 hours, we talked about everything imaginable, as we had only met for a brief minute before that. Both of our iPods were dead, and we actually never even turned on our radio through the entirety of the trip. I didn’t think that type of conversation was even possible, but it launched a memorable summer.
Earlier this week, someone reminded me, “you were made for journeys”. I remember how many books I’ve read, albums I’ve listened too, and conversations I’ve had while in the airport or on the road. It’s been some of the finest moments of my life. I’ve been in a season of adventure, travel, and desires to see the world while hearing the stories of others. I’m consistently reminding myself of the need for intentionality within this. It’d be so easy to put on the headphones, keep my head down while walking the streets, and avoid any interaction with my environment.
Why not now?