A bunch of years ago I was traveling a lot.  And for some weird and coincidental reason, I used to have airplane shadows cross over me pretty frequently… well, not every day, but 4 or 5 times it happened and I felt like every time it happened to me, that I was destined to be on a plane in a short time…. but it hasn’t happened recently.  The chances of a plane crossing exactly between the sun and you at any given point have to be pretty slim… or maybe I’m just being dramatic.  Anyways, I haven’t flown in a while.  Tonight I watched some airplane lights descend into the city from the beautiful view that we have in our backyard and I remembered flying and the excitement that came with visiting a new place for a while.

The boyfriend just got back from flying (a lot) and is currently sleeping off the jet lag.  He brought me an amazing handmade journal from Germany… complete with crows and pencil and repurposed euro notes inside.  I love it.  Especially the ‘to be continued’ note at the very end.