I didn’t need a passport for the final trip Rick and I took together. That was in May, 2013, when we spent two full weeks in Maui for his 60th birthday. The trip before that was to England and Scotland in September, 2012, and that was the last time I’d had the opportunity to dust off my passport.
That is, until about a month ago. That’s when I decided I needed a “break” from the “real” world. I was pretty sure I could reap huge benefits from doing whatever was necessary to distance myself from debilitating angst and grief which just keeps coming at me.
So I left. For a month. And I’ll be writing about that shortly. Right now, I’m fighting off an unexpected bout of jet lag, but I’ll be up and at ’em shortly! Stay tuned!
