Last night I went swimming for the first time in four years. I mean the kind of swimming you do in a lap pool and you do it for exercise. During my adolescents, I was on the swim team and although I was not a superstar I genuinely enjoyed swimming. And I have been dying to get back in the pool and feel my hands glide over the surface of the water. But I discovered something last night, I’m weak. I can hardly swim 6 laps without becoming completely out of breath. And I guess that is to be expected but I didn’t expect it.
I finally came rolling home last week after a detour that took me through Maryland, Washington DC, Virginia, Pennsylvania, West Virginia, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming. It was a fun journey across the United States with some dear friends and plenty of good food. Including a lunch break in Iowa City to visit an old roommate. Cassi Elton, you are the best!
But I felt relieved when I arrived home and I enter the front door of my parent’s home. That feeling of coming home after being away for a long time can’t really be replicated. While I was in DC, I attended a Damien Jurado concert and it was so good and so moving. And I couldn’t help but let the emotions pulse through me as I listened to his song ‘Ohio.’