Adventure

Peace unfurled in my chest for the first time in months. We left from our little grove of trees and began walking down our new path. I didn’t know exactly where it would lead, I knew the journey would be magic as long as we were together.

I wish I could say I stood up and went all the way to shore on the first try, but that didn’t happen. I rode that wave in in updog position looking like a baby seal riding a surfboard. I didn’t let go until the bottom of the board scraped sand.

“Pop up, Amanda. Stop hesitating…just trust.” 

Light filtered gently through the ancient windows in our small bedroom—touching our eyelids, delicately prodding us awake.

Staring at the ceiling of our 400-year-old apartment on our first afternoon in Paris, I was fairly certain we were going to starve to death.