August 12 - Farewell for now.

Wednesday I bid farewell to the east coast and began the (long) journey back to the mountain west.

It was a very, very long day with many hours spent waiting and being delayed in airports. It was the kind of travel day that makes you re-think one's love of travel altogether. (And truly if I hear the words "ladies and gentlemen we've been asked to divert to a holding pattern" one more time I'm pretty sure I'll lose it for good...)


Overall, the trip was a lovely little excursion and I'm glad I took the time to do it. I finished off another Jane Austen book en route and this quote stuck out to me as a very accurate description of life:

Edward was now fixed at the cottage at least for a week. For whatever other claims might be made on him it was impossible that less than a week should be given up to the enjoyment of his Eleanor's company or suffice to say half that was to be said between them about the past, the present, and the future. For though a very few hours in the hard labor of incessant talking will dispatch more topics than can really be in common between any two rational creatures, yet with lovers it is different. Between them no subject is finished, no communication is even made til it has been made at least 20 times over.

-- Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility.

Don't you find that to be true? Spending extended amounts of time outside of normal daily activities with Ken really puts this quote in clear focus for me. No matter how many times we've talked and laughed and been astonished and surprised and delighted and frustrated by a story or a situation, all the feelings seem anew when we talk it over again and again. How truly fortunate that we never get tired of experiencing (and then talking over) life with each other.