I thought how strange it was, the myriad of events that had brought me to this very place, and as I drove back, I couldn’t help but reflect on just how rocky they had been, too. As I walked back up the stairs to my apartment, I realized that it would be some time before I could ever live in a place like that, but I knew that I could, and it felt like that mattered.
I’ve spent just enough time exploring my family history, to know that despite being in the United States as early as some time in the 1600s, not too many of us every really stuck around somewhere for long enough to be from there.
I had one of those long days that involved two flights and four meetings. I took a camera along for the journey, so I figured I’d share the experience with y’all.