Anticipation
A week from now, I will be on a plane. I've been on many planes in the last 6 years, but for obvious reasons, the significance of this flight has taken on a new dynamic. I've never had do squelch feelings of guilt before in regards to travel, nor worry so much as to the safety and security of transportation.
I am going back to Greece, and looking forward to it keenly. I haven't seen my boyfriend in over five months, and he's had a rough go of it this spring and summer, so I'm looking forward to giving him support over more than a Facetime call. I'm aware that I'm truly lucky to be able to enter the EU—Canadians are one of the 15 nationalities outside the EU that are allowed in. I'm grateful that I don't have to self isolate, though I suspect I'll have to on my return to Canada in November.
But in addition to anticipating getting a hug from my love, smelling the Santorini air, swimming in the Aegean sea, and creating work on our lovely balcony "roof garden", I also have the trepidation of the flight, of wearing a mask for the better part of 22-24 hours during my journey, and new airport and customs procedures to navigate. I'm praying that part goes smoothly. Wish me luck!
On the other end though, I'll have new inspiration, and hopefully new stories for you all.
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