The last time I was on a plane, I was curled up in a ball with tears spewing out of my eyes, drenching my cheeks. I was leaving Australia and coming back from my alternate universe, which I have now come to call it.
I’ll admit I was not too excited to be on a plane again; maybe because it was not leading me to Australia. However, as soon as I got to the airport, I felt that little rush of exhilaration making its way through my body, cheering up my heart and bringing happy thoughts to my brain. After a very low key winter break and a cancelled trip to Virginia due to sickness, I am on my way to my annual family ski trip out West.
I am extra excited for this trip because my Pop Pop and uncle could join again, unlike last year. Even better, my uncle is bringing his wife and kids along to go skiing for two days. I have never skied or been on a trip with them, and for that I am stoked.
The scary part about this trip, though, is that it could very well be my last family ski trip and my last big ski getaway for a long time. I will be taking a course next winter for graduate school, so I have no idea what my availability will be. If this is it, next year will be the first time I do not go on a family ski trip in about ten years.
However, I will not dwell on that because endings mean new beginnings and new adventures (that’s what they say, at least). For now, I am going to enjoy this time with the best skiing partners and try to show the mountain what I’ve got!
Whitmanythought 1: I cannot wait to go skiing and write about it!
In the meantime, here is my ski video from last year I threw together.