This last weekend I had the pleasure of traveling to Cambridge, MA to watch one of my dearest friends marry her best friend. The wedding was beautiful. For days we celebrated the happy couple and amazing memories were had by all.
For me, I also had the opportunity to grow. I do not like to travel. Mainly because I am horrible at planning trips and if anything goes wrong with my plane, I am in an immediate state of panic. Simply put I don't do well.
Now you may all be thinking, "didn't you just on vacation to Canada?" Yes, I did, but that my friends was a completely different experience. Private plane rides, car rides already scheduled, and a lake house with nowhere I had to be.
Instead this weekend, I was flying with United and on my first flight, the plane was delayed which would have been ok if my connecting flight hadn't left without me. And if my connecting flight hadn't left without me, I wouldn't have had to fly to Newark, then finally Boston.
Once I landed in Boston, I had to get my rental car, because I booked a hotel 9 miles away from where the wedding was. Where I live, 9 miles is nothing, but in Cambridge 9 miles is a completely different story. So the money that I saved booking an economical hotel outside Cambridge went towards renting a car for the weekend. Which in retrospect, I ended up spending the same amount of money if I had just booked a hotel in Cambridge.
Nonetheless, I was stuck with the hotel and had to rent a car, which meant I had to learn to navigate my way from Boston to Cambridge to Burlington and back again. And surprisingly enough, I did just fine. I was actually pretty good at it. I may have taken a wrong turn once or twice, but all in all I navigated my way around the new cities just fine. And I enjoyed it. I took pleasure in the time I had to myself to explore and to be by myself.
It was something I was not used to. At the hotel, in my car rides, walking around Cambridge, I was by myself and I loved it. I didn't think I would but I did and I believe that everything that weekend happened for a reason, if not only to see my friend marry, but also to realize the strength I have to be on my own.
My flight back...well the first flight was right on time...my connecting flight was 3 hours late, which would have been ok had I not already had a 2 1/2 hour layover. I did make it home and the whole experience reminded me of one of my EH's favorite movies Planes, Trains & Automobiles.
There are so many stories in between, all of which will come out with the time, but I had to share with all of you what I felt was my biggest lesson, the fact that I made my way around places unknown and took on each challenge as they came my way : )
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