In a couple months I will be going up to visit my favorite aunt in Connecticut. I’m really excited. I haven’t seen her in ages. I’ll also be spending some time with a young lady who has been like a daughter to me. That is going to be great fun. I’m really looking forward to it, and it suddenly occurs to me that I haven’t had something to look forward to in quite some time.
Maybe that’s what’s been missing, that feeling of anticipation, of good things just over the horizon. Somehow I’d lost that along the way. I’d sunken into a resigned complacency.
In better times I used to travel out of the country every two years or so, and I’d spend many many months learning about my target country, reading as much about it as I could get my hands on. I was a sponge, soaking up every tidbit of information available. I’d hate to spend all that time, expense and effort only to find out upon returning home that there was something absolutely amazing to see right nearby and I’d missed it. So I’d really do my homework, which made the build up toward the travel almost as exciting as the travel itself.
Expectation, eagerness, hope. These are things that should be a regular part of a healthy spiritual diet, and I look forward to feasting upon them for the next few months. Connecticut, here I come!
Me and Aunt Betty
The View from a Drawbridge 
That’s great, finally a vacation and time to breath in new life. You, of course are welcome to spend time here, an hour or the night, or longer, on your way up and back.
Would love to, Carole, but this time I’m flying, so as not to have too many days of unpaid leave from work. Thanks for the generous offer, though!
You are a sponge… a delightful little sponge… I will call you Spongebob Squarebridge
That’s SpongeBARB Squarebridge, buster. 🙂
dang it