The sun is setting. I walk towards the car and take in a deep breath. There’s something about the scent of November rain in Vancouver when you know you don’t have to deal with the wet reality for much longer. It’s refreshing and pleasing. To me, it smells like “home.”
I open the door and plop myself in the driver’s seat. I start the engine and drive to a local sushi joint to grab some dinner.
As the car comes to a stop at a red light, I tune in to the radio. Something the radio announcer says sticks in my mind: “Finally, tomorrow is the big day.”
A smile comes to my face (though that isn’t unusual) and I can’t help but think, “even the radio knows that tomorrow, I’m finally leaving.” The commentary that follows doesn’t talk about checked baggage weight or restricted carry-on items, but rather focuses on advanced polls and how the USA was on the verge of electing a woman as President for the first time in history.
I can’t help but focus in on the lead, with one slight modifier: Finally, tomorrow is my big day.
In unusual form, I am packed and looking forward to my flight.
Tomorrow is the big day, indeed, but today is a big day too. Today I am grateful. I think about all the people who sent me off: some with a hug, some with gifts, some with food and drink, all with nuggets of wisdom. And, because of that, today I am filled with hope and aspirations and with a sense of adventure about all the experiences that await.
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