No matter by car, train, bus, or plane, going places stretches me to my limits. It defines my limits. Helps me know how much I can take, how far I can go. Being away forces me to confront just how much exhaustion and exhilaration I can take.
Thinking back over the past twelve days makes my heart race a bit. What just happened? I mean, beyond the travelogue details...what happened?
There was a crossing of half a planet...a gang of Aussies doing the play I wrote...train rides and new friends...photos of things I’d never seen before...people I really liked and want to see again.
The vast expansion that comes with an ambitious undertaking.
The hurricane of fast-life that leaves you stretched and deflated in its aftermath.
I feel so empty.
And so full.
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