Open Hands, Full Hearts
Growing up, all of my family lived in Canada. Some summers were spent travelling through parts of Alberta and southern BC to visit family members. I remember long car rides, especially the 8 hour drive to and from the Edmonton area. For long trips I would always make sure I had plenty of activities to do: reading, crafting, listening to stories, and lots of great snacks. The first couple hours were so fun, switching to and from activities, watching the scenery go past, and eating snacks. But the last couple hours of that travel felt like torture, especially on the way back; all the books were finished, it wold often be dark outside with no view of the scenery, all the snacks are gone, and everyone is just trying to get home to our own beds and some space from one another. Our recent trip back to Canada was the longest trip I have ever taken to come home. From the moment we left the hotel in Chiang Mai to stepping on the tarmac at the Prince George Airport, which both moments somehow ha...