Happy Friday! This lovely morning I’m joining Lisa-Jo and the Five Minute Friday bunch again. Today, everyone’s writing on the topic of fly. Will you join me and read, write, or both for five (ish) minutes? Here’s how it works:
- Write for 5 minutes – no editing, no over-thinking, no backtracking.
- Invite others to join in.
- And then: go visit the person who linked up before you and drop them a note!
One of the unexpected blessings of Farm Town is living by an (very small) airport.
My kids and I watch planes together multiple times a day–big ones, small single-propeller ones, noisy ones that look old and military-ish (hey, I didn’t claim any expertise).
Shortly after our move here from Texas, driving by the airport always made my heart sink a little.
It reminded me that I was just a direct flight away from dear friends and familiarity. I’d watch planes take off with twinges of envy and picture myself escaping from the frigid mid-western winters.
As time has gone by, it’s become less difficult to drive past the airport. Which has sort of become a marker of how settled I feel here.
Now, I can look at planes with eager anticipation of my next flight and little adventure but without the ache in my heart.
Flying enables me to explore the wide world, which I love. But it also brings me home, which for now is right here. And I’m growing to appreciate that as well.