The Ticket to Nowhere (And Everywhere)
I have to tell you, the timing of this song appearing was almost eerie. It felt like a sign, or a movie soundtrack kicking in just as the main character makes a life-altering choice.
On Friday, June 7th, I’m boarding a plane to Miami. But here’s the kicker: it’s a one-way ticket.
No itinerary. No hotel bookings. No return date. I have absolutely no clue where I will end up, and for the first time in a long time, I am 100% okay with that. There is a terrifying, beautiful freedom in having no agenda. I’m just going to land and see which way the air is blowing.
That said, I do have one burning quest in the back of my mind. I’ve wanted to see the Panama Canal for as long as I can remember—the sheer engineering madness of it, the scale, the history. I’m going to try and chase that dream down to Panama City and finally see it with my own eyes.
The batteries are charged, the bag is packed, and the plan is... well, there is no plan. Stay tuned, because this is about to get very real.
George, hope you made it okay to points east. How about a little rundown on what's going on so far. Inquiring minds want to know.
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