a distant love
i seem to hide
miles gained
and years go by
emotions dance
from deep inside
the love i lost
is still alive
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This past week I was fortunate enough to take a trip back to the east coast. That morning of my departure I packed my bags and stepped foot into the airport. I noticed the hustle and bustle, the businessmen and the families, the annoyance and anxiousness of faces waiting in line; I even noticed the walls. Not too long ago I had spent a lot of time in these airport walls, and now they seemed so unfamiliar and foreign to me. It's as if I was experiencing travel for the first time -- an odd concept, considering the amount of miles (7,000 to be exact) I traveled while on my honeymoon this past summer. But as the plane climbed higher altitudes and reflection sat in, I realized that no one was waiting for me on the other side. I was alone. Something sparked inside me -- a little rebellion, some confidence, and a lot of ambition. I felt a small fraction of that independent, Baltimore based woman come back to me -- the woman who took risks and was adventurous on every occasion possible. I smiled, and internally felt grateful for the person I thought had faded. Hello again, world...
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