That moment reminds me of right now. I sit here in the slightly larger Halifax airport, anticipating the departure of my aircraft to meet my father in New York.
I remember feeling so unbelievably excited to spend the weekend just me and my mommy. Today, I feel just as incredibly delighted to be spending the weekend just me and my daddy.
"Today's a gift, that's why it's called the present"... that's the name I came up with in the Bellingham airport as I prepared to document my travels. I wasn't completely new to the blogging world. During the Vancouver 2010 Winter Games I kept a blog of my Olympic endeavours, but it took the inspiration of travel before I convinced myself to start a personal blog.
Today as I sit in a similar situation to May 20th, 2010, on the opposite side of the continent, I hope to continue my collection of travel memoirs. Let us see what New York brings.