A part of my heart, one that sees me even when I don’t, one that I feel completely at home with even if we are both far from home, one that I wouldn’t have life without, is 2,676 miles away. That’s not so far when you can hop on an airplane and be in the same time zone in a matter of hours. And so it was. A couple of weeks ago I travelled to Baltimore to see my sister, Kadee. It was wonderful. We ate at all the places she’s discovered in Baltimore, I slept next to her, brushed her kitties, made tea and breakfast before she left for a busy day at the hospital, chatted about her day, made strawberry pie, walked, drank Nepali tea, listened to the rain and talked and hugged and hugged some more. Case arrived days later and the three of us headed to Assateague Island in search of wild horses and the opposite of city life. We did find wild horses and a muskrat we happily thought was an otter until a man ruined it for us, we saw land and homes and crops and barns, we watched a deer family, we almost blew away at the beach and we hugged Mr. Whippy (he’s awesome). We came home with sea shells from the shore (they allow you to take a few) and salt water taffy and caramel popcorn…our delicious souvenirs from our afternoon at Ocean City, before heading back to Baltimore.
It took me some time to compile a large handful of photographs, so many are my favorites. Happy and sad all at once.
On our last morning Kadee dropped us off at the train station, she headed to work and Case and I to Washington D.C. for a few hours before flying back to San Diego. When I hugged Kadee at the train station I wasn’t aching to get home in the same way that I do when I’ve been on other trips. Of course I missed my family and kitties and Hermie, it’s just different when a part of you is 2,676 miles away, you want to be in two places at once and if you could magically make it happen you would. I would. I know that for sure.
