Trip to airport

I drove Dave & Lori (the couple I live when they are in the US) to the airport as they have a funeral in Texas to attend. It is Lori’s family & Dave will officiate the funeral. I am just glad they will be out of the house for a few days. I am glad to have some time to myself as that was lacking this holiday season. Maybe that is why the holidays felt so rushed for me?

I was struck by how odd it was to drive home from the airport. DIA has always been a place of excitement for me. It symbolizes beginning an adventure and the end of most travels as it is the last stop before reaching home. I have always had a sense of wonder, mystery, and awe as I drive to DIA let alone when I walk through it. Today I noticed many sights I usually see when driving to & from the airport. Flocks of birds flying over yellow grassy meadows tinged with snow, lines of cars humming along as they head towards or away from the airport, and the majestic purple mountains behind denver and rising to meet the blue sky. As I drive along Penya blvd watching the mountains loom larger with each second as I drive towards Denver I realize there was no adventure or journey for me. Just a trip to the point where all journey’s begin or end.

I also realize I need to travel more. That is my first resolution for 2011.