Somewhere during the flight, as our plane was making a line towards the Russian coast line and the Kamchatka peninsula, the sudden recognition of freshly cut purple and white orchids in between our seats appeared as if to remind us of the journey that lay ahead.
For the past few months we had been operating in a blur while preoccupied with details of coordinating the closing of our apartment, finishing projects at work, and then preparations of seeing family and friends in Michigan and New York City. We had talked about the journey ahead and were enamored with the prospects of such a trip, but the reality of it all wasn’t yet apparent.
Now here we were almost nine hours into our flight to Hong Kong with all the belongings we would need for a year either packed in the cargo hold below or stowed above our heads. We had started to forget what was packed away in the boxes in closets or what had been given away to friends or the Goodwill in the last days in San Francisco.
It’s hard to forecast what will happen over the course of a year, but that is the joy of travel, you have to be awake and aware to see it all.