Lately I've been into songs about flying, falling, soaring...you get my drift. Music like this tends to be freeing, with lyrics that migrate toward liberating.
You know the songs I mean: Free Falling, Learning to Fly, Jump, even Major Tom (yes, I know it's about space travel, but it feels the same to me).
It definitely ties back to my new love for skydiving.
Though one might think it's because I've been such a world-traveler lately.
Okay, so not really the world, more like Midwest to Northeast, with the occasional trip to sunnier places.
As you might have guessed, I'm back in New York City this week. I know, right? I barely manage to get unpacked from the vacation and I have to pack up again for another week in the big city.
Don't get me wrong, I love a good trip on the company dime, but five days away from home, five days sleeping in a strange bed, without the SO, eating out constantly, and having little to no routine - it's exhausting.
I'm going to need another vacation after this!
Especially given the amount of hours that I tend to put in while I'm out here. Whew!
So, given those circumstances, you can imagine my need for this Monday cop-out. Though your trip here wasn't for nothing...I leave you with a few more pictures from the Caribbean.
There are still more stories coming - promise.
(One of the other cruise ships anchored in Grand Cayman.)
(On our balcony, still in the Port of Miami.)
(These shoes got to see it all. And they saved our tootsies in the process.)
(A glimpse at the blue waters of Jamaica...more to come on this later.)Cheers!
-A
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