Some days I live twice and some, not at all.

Altitude is a master thief and steals time and space. Some days I live twice and some, not at all.

Imagine traveling from one side of the world to another in 16 hours. Realistically, no imagination is necessary, I realize -  we do this now, commonly; we do this and don't bat an eye. If I stop and really think about it though, I am awestruck. We take this evolution, this advancement in travel, this progression for granted, naturally. In more modern history, when travel by ship was new and innovative, it took months to reach a destination and only the very elite would dream of experiencing it!

This speed travel is at a price. An entire day and night can be consumed and essentially, lost or gained. I leave the middle east, United Emirates, on a Tuesday morning for example, and arrive in Vancouver on that very day - Tuesday morning. However, what is given is taken back. I leave Vancouver, British Columbia (my Home) Tuesday morning and arrive back into Dubai, Wednesday morning, depending on the route taken. A full day disappears into "thin air,"   almost literally.

Now this is a simple concept we are all aware of and are able to absorb in whatever way we feel necessary to our lives - think about it or not. However, I am living it on a constant basis; week after week, year after year. Imagine doing this consistently and the confusion it renders on oneself! It is an effort to stay on top of something as automatic as today's date!

January brought me to my furthest (Western) destination, San Francisco, then, oppositely, to the east, Seoul, Korea. I was then rostered to travel to Plaisance (Mauritius) due South. Back to Dallas, Texas and then to Bangkok, Thailand. In between all of that travel I operated a flight north to Moscow, Russia. It was a ping-pong effect, however it was a four cross game where the rules were changed into something a little more exciting; including four different seasons and an expert attempt at packing. Endurance wins this game.

Presently, right now, at this moment, I am continuing this writing from New York City..... When I am much more coherent, I shall recollect some moments! 

To be continued....

Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise

Whose head isn't full of doubt? After struggling to start and premise this writing, ample time has passed since my last writing. (Over a year!) I wonder what sort of interest and to whom I am writing to.  I received an email from an Ethiopian girl and she asked where I disappeared? Curiosity prevailed and I realized 1200+ "hits" wandered upon one of my adventures and I thought only seven people read my ramblings. Oh, the internet! Such an underestimated public forum. Such a bloated statement, I admit.

I have struggled to keep up with sharing this journey and have just been moving along; with friends, with a new love, who feels so comfortably old and experienced as if he's been with me all along, and with travel;  essentially with life. I have to admit that this "one new experience a week" is a journey that I am failing at "documenting." I am certainly enthralled in every moment, and I am trying, trying, trying to absorb and experience all each day presents.

I am overwhelmed with the speed of time and being present in that time. Allow me to become somewhat grounded, if just for an hour!

Wow - here I am. In front of the keyboard... thinking.. reminiscing... recollecting. Quite drawn to rewrite. Drawn to WRITE.

After so much focus and challenge with a brand new existence; a baby boy entered my husband's and my life! Here I must fast forward, as I do not want this to be a baby blog... (not completely...) I am feeling like a new person who is so blessed and happily fumbling along. "Life is hard, you have to change." A quote from one of my favourite bands, Blind Melon. All has been beautiful; the stress, the heartache, the joy of every moment and all of the challenges as well.

My dreams, my heart, my everything is so very complete as I married the most amazing person on Earth and we miraculously brought to be the most perfect little angel into the World. I love them both so much.

We love and care for this boy and still manage to travel with our careers... for just awhile longer. I am content, somewhat, since we have incredible support and our boy is loved and cared for by family, while we work ever so hard to get on our feet whilst continuing our journey in our current career.
Travel: after baby - bitter-sweet. Bitter because I cry leaving my boy - the vision of him, his scent, the sound and feel of him. I hold him close and rock him as our heart beats coincide. I have sung to him every time I lay him down to sleep since the day he was born. I sing, "Leaving on a jet plane..." and I cry, because it is true...  I never let him know my fears and sadness. I will shelter him and protect and let him know only innocent joy, as he is so young and perfect. I am happy because he is happy with our Whanau: our family, who love him very much.

I feel driven to work as hard as I can for this family. Living on one income brought realities. I am now able to contribute towards our future. The best part: I can be there more than I thought - more than a "Monday to Friday" career would able! 

Currently, I am in Dallas, Texas. I have been wide awake for weeks it seems. Bounced around the world quite literally. I am so sleepless that I am driven to write tonight. I am seeking some sort of grounding and refuge from the absolute chaos that is life sometimes.

My skin is getting older, it seems. Still traveling and watching many suns come up and down until the moon shows itself. Hours into day and night.

Some days I live twice and some, not at all. Altitude is a master thief of time and space. (Prelude to my next blog).