ho-hum and awesome

When middle-school-aged me used to fly somewhere, I’d look down at the new city as we were landing, and wonder what life was like for the people there. The people who lived, EVERY DAY, in the places that we were so excited to visit for a little while – did they realize how cool their home was? Did they understand the amazingness of their ho-hum daily grind? And … did they think the same thing about me, when they came to visit where I lived? I still think that when I travel. But this particular morning, I wasn’t traveling. I … Continue reading ho-hum and awesome