Sunday, January 3, 2016

And grilled cheese for the journey...

So often in life, I find myself at a transition. Between jobs, between job satisfaction levels, between groups of interns, between crises, between goals, between homes... the list goes on, and it honestly will continue into my personal infinity.

Tonight, I find myself in transitions.

When you work in the tourism industry like I do, people do a lot of coming and going. And as soon as you really get to know someone, it feels like they're going somewhere else. I think of two interns this past semester in particular. You know that feeling you get when you can tell that someone is a kindred spirit? Both of them gave me that- and for very different reasons. Michelle has direct ties to my sense of happiness and how important it is to me that those around me are the happiest they can be. Heather has direct ties to my quiet sense of understanding. I will miss them both very much, but it helps knowing that they have more adventures ahead.

I'm also getting ready to visit my grandmother who is in the hospital. While yes, she is doing a lot better and will probably be back out soon, having a loved one be hospitalized IN ADDITION to being five states away tends to wear you down. Josh and I are going overnight to my hometown to see her. Hometown is a weird word for it, too, since any friends I had there have all gone, and I don't know what to do there besides visit a hospital. But I'm hoping that it will be a happier trip than expected. And maybe my trip to whatever sense of home there is there will help me remember why I like where I live and what I do now.

So here I am, on the couch with sounds of Josh making our adventure grilled cheeses before the journey. Every time we go somewhere by plane, he makes a grilled cheese with whatever fancy breads or cheeses we have lying around. Irish cheddar and Swiss tonight on ciabatta bread. I don't know where I would be without those grilled cheese sandwiches. The care he takes slicing the cheese and cutting the bread, making sure it's nicely toasted but not burnt, and how the cheese is gooey on the inside. It's just a sandwich, sure, but it always feels like his way of letting me know that even though we're going to be away from so many things I consider to be safe and home that there can be comfort and even joy in the adventure.

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