I remember sitting in the international terminal of JFK, waiting at my gate, wondering what on *earth* I was about to do. 
I'd found a good ticket price online for a flight to London, and in 45 minutes, was about to pack myself into an air-compressed metal tube which would propel me across the Atlantic Ocean to another *country* where I knew exactly one person. To this day, I'm convinced that the spirits of my grandmothers had something to do with it- my maternal grandmother having traveled abroad extensively before meeting my grandfather and settling down, and my paternal grandmother took to the world to find herself, especially after the loss of my grandfather. 
As my only remaining grandparent, her passing was one of my biggest anxieties when I left home and moved to New York. I could imagine that phone call before it happened- but that call never came. I knew about her decline with enough notice to book a flight and be there, but man, how I had dreaded those days. 
Five months later, on the break between my old job and a new one, I boarded that plane, excited and absolutely terrified. 
It's the nitty gritty details of travel that I love- seeing the Eiffel Tower was incredible, but taking the Paris metro to get there, or wandering through the setting of one of my favorite movies, Nutella Crepe in hand came pretty close. I remember the streets and the gelato, I remember tea in London and riding the escalators in Harrods.

Travel is a wonderful tool, and it connects us to each other. Today, a book was released that I really truly love- called At Home in the World by @tshoxenreider. The book follows Tsh and her family around the world during their YEAR of travel, where the look for their next adventure, and was to find home in any location. It's wonderful to travel on paper, and I had the joy of reading #AtHomeintheWorld early- and recommend that you pick up a copy too! 😊
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  • mollyebrewerI remember sitting in the international terminal of JFK, waiting at my gate, wondering what on *earth* I was about to do.
    I'd found a good ticket price online for a flight to London, and in 45 minutes, was about to pack myself into an air-compressed metal tube which would propel me across the Atlantic Ocean to another *country* where I knew exactly one person. To this day, I'm convinced that the spirits of my grandmothers had something to do with it- my maternal grandmother having traveled abroad extensively before meeting my grandfather and settling down, and my paternal grandmother took to the world to find herself, especially after the loss of my grandfather.
    As my only remaining grandparent, her passing was one of my biggest anxieties when I left home and moved to New York. I could imagine that phone call before it happened- but that call never came. I knew about her decline with enough notice to book a flight and be there, but man, how I had dreaded those days.
    Five months later, on the break between my old job and a new one, I boarded that plane, excited and absolutely terrified.
    It's the nitty gritty details of travel that I love- seeing the Eiffel Tower was incredible, but taking the Paris metro to get there, or wandering through the setting of one of my favorite movies, Nutella Crepe in hand came pretty close. I remember the streets and the gelato, I remember tea in London and riding the escalators in Harrods.

    Travel is a wonderful tool, and it connects us to each other. Today, a book was released that I really truly love- called At Home in the World by @tshoxenreider. The book follows Tsh and her family around the world during their YEAR of travel, where the look for their next adventure, and was to find home in any location. It's wonderful to travel on paper, and I had the joy of reading #AtHomeintheWorld early- and recommend that you pick up a copy too! 😊

  • diane.zundelGreat :)
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