The day I was going to Chile
It's 7:24pm. By this time today I was meant to be on a plane to Santiago. It's funny how far away that world feels now, a mere two weeks after we found out our trip was cancelled. At the time, it felt like a real sacrifice. Don't get me wrong, I wish I was on a plane right now on my way to Chile. It just doesn't feel like such a big deal now as it did two weeks ago. Perspective, huh? Yesterday I bought my second plane ticket home for May. My first ticket was cancelled by the airline about a week ago. Still waiting for the travel agency to tell me that happened, they're a little overwhelmed at the moment. Also not as big a deal as it would have seemed two weeks ago. Again, perspective. There are so many things I could talk about right now that aren't going the way I planned or expected. I've had panic moments, swirly "what if?" moments, "how much am I willing to let this cost me?" moments. Each time one thing has saved me. Perspective. ...