002. GONE. / by Cara Hines

Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport           

Today is a new moon. It’s the ideal time for new beginnings. That was not intentional on my part. But I’m certain it was no accident.

It’s a cloudy grey day outside. I’m watching the baggage handlers do what they do and sending them telepathic requests to be gentle with my brand new Bogen tripod. I thought I’d have time to write more before making my connection here in Atlanta, but not so. As soon as I get settled in Italy, I’ll write a nice entry.

The main thing I want to convey is how overcome I am with gratitude. I’m about to burst! I have felt nothing but support through all the changes I’ve made over the course of the past few months…er…years (my brother doesn’t call me Carameleon for nothing). I wish I could have taken time before I left to say thank you to every single person who has generously given their encouragement, sweat equity, open door, open arms, advice, love, loans, and laughs. No mater how large or small or fleeting the gesture might have seemed, every single particle of it is appreciated. I hope you all know who you are and how grateful I am for your being.

The loud speaker is calling for Zone 2, and apparently I'm in Zone 4. Almost time to board. Va bene!!