Transit

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24 May 2014
7:30 pm
London

T. —

I’m really sorry to hear about your sister. Is everything going to be okay?

In a week from today, Hillary will be my sister-in-law. But she’s already felt like that for years. It’s her birthday today. I’m excited to get to Massachusetts tomorrow and see them both again. To hang out. To cook together and spend time catching up. It’s hard when your family isn’t well, or is far away, or is just more distant and unable to share in the excitement and joys and hinderings of life. I hope your sister is better so soon.

The etymology of transit: act or fact of passing across or through. A going over, passing over, passage.

We are en route. I feel like I’m always en route. Between here and there. Between myself and others. Between who I was and who I am becoming. It’s always in transit.

So far, I’ve slept, survived a terrible headache, forgotten what it feels like to start from somewhere other than Scotland, read 2/3rds of ‘The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry’, watched episode 3 of Game of Thrones (we’re behind on the new season), and have just enjoyed the process.

More soon.
M

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