The Best Day

Right now my dad is miles away from me. I'm talking an insane amount of miles.

Okay, maybe not insane. I'm just exaggerating, as I am wont to do on almost every blogging occasion. The truth is I don't know how many miles away he is right now. But he's probably as vertically distant to me right now as he is horizontally-- that is to say, he's in an airplane, some INSANE amount of miles (or whatever quantitative term you wish) away from me right now. And yet, in ten minutes, I will leave my house, drive 20 miles away, and be right next to him in exactly an hour.

This is insane to me. How did we get this far? Air travel amazes me, and I don't think that amazement will ever fade. I am still amazed by bluetooth devices or hell, even email. The fact that you are reading these words without me physically handing you a document on which I've written them amazes me. It's insane. So to speak.

The truth is that none of these things even matter. Nothing makes sense. Everything is bullshit. Nothing gives me delight, or inspiration, or the will to divest myself into a forward-thinking world. Very little things or people give me pleasure these days.

But I'll be damned if I'm not excited to see my dad walk out of the North terminal at Metro Airport and get into the car beside me. I'll get him to myself for 45 minutes on the drive home. We probably won't even talk about anything significant. But I don't care.

Sometimes, or maybe especially at this exact point in my life-- a girl just needs to be in the company of the one man on earth who has ever cared, and will always care, about her.