My fear of flying has a tendency to surprise people. Despite the knots in my stomach and the thoughts in my head, I’ve hopped around the US, jetted across the Atlantic, and once spent 16 hours in the air en route to Japan. I refuse to allow an unsubstantiated fear bind me to one place. The thought of not seeing the entire world before my time on this earth draws to a close is too tragic, the amount of places to be seen and discovered too fantastic and beautifully overwhelming.
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known”
– Carl Sagan
Sagan may have been referring to the cosmos when he uttered that quote, but I believe it pertains to so much more. This past week I discovered a city I knew very, very little about. As is common with, I believe, most people, I had an idea in my head of what it would be like before I arrived. Maybe a bit industrial? Less shiny? Certainly containing nowhere near the amount of trees as it did. And as is so often the case, Atlanta was full of surprises. Beautiful neighborhoods, a thriving food scene, the kindest people, and lush, verdant greenery that overflowed from the trees onto highways and overpasses and sidewalks like waves and waterfalls.
Yesterday as I rode to the airport, palms no less clammy than they always are, roadsigns flashed before my eyes. Marietta, Alpharetta… towns with the sweetest sounding names that I would not be seeing on this trip. And the knowledge of those infinite cities and towns that I will likely never see in this lifetime came to mind, along with the determination to explore as much as I possibly can. Down the street, across the world. There’s just too much to discover, too much waiting to be known to allow ourselves to be bound to one place…
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