i will love you, possibility

i like possibility.

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and possibility this time around looks like spending hours sitting on Google Maps...routing and re-routing road trips I'd love to take...making mental lists of all things i'd like to see and do at each little marker on the map i've drawn up.





i did that this past Sunday.  i planned out the times and made itineraries.  i pricelined the costs of flights, hotels and rental cars.



and i dreamed.



i dreamed of that first moment of stepping out into New York City.  of the feeling of New Orleans' pavement under my feet.  of being wrapped up in Nashville's city lights.  of having some fried green tomatoes at the real Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette, Georgia. {if I'm being honest, that's the one that's been on my mind the most these days.  and if you haven't seen the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, oh dear, please do!}



i do all of that because that moment of possibility is near as exhilarating as making it happen...that sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop screen covered in destination photos and maps and airline seating all worked out—the truest parts of my heart spread out for anyone passing by to see.  those moments brings the butterflies.  those moments makes me feel alive.



and all of a sudden, i realize that i'm younger than anyone could possibly know—younger than my 23-year-old body and even younger than--what i think is--a 16-year-old heart.  i’m not sure how young that actually is, but all i know is in those dreaming moments, i am sure that anything is possible.  i have found it in me to know that, soon enough, i will be painted into those destination photos.



but until that happens, i have made a determination that no matter how silly it seems, Google and i will become close friends.  and with its help, i will probably spend hours making, breaking, changing

itineraries.

destinations.

dreams.



i will create for myself a little tent—a childhood fort of possibility.  in it, i will live and breathe and sleep and dream.  because i believe, in every fiber of my being, that Emily Dickinson had the right idea about things.  and i plan to take her advice for all it's worth.



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