It fooled me at first.

When the plane lifted off and sunbathed, snowless Halifax Dropped away below me I felt a chill.
A sudden torrent of excitment shocked my frame. I shuddered in my seat, no doubt drawing some undue attention from the larger gentlemen sitting in the middle and outside.
At the window seat I looked at every complication dropping far away, every obstacle becoming consumed by brilliantly white clouds. Leaving me alone. Leaving me free to think about everything that lay ahead.

Soon I was in the clear, blue everywhere, white below, black above and gold straight ahead.
"It's this easy?" I thought to myself... Of Course I was fooling myself.
I had tricked myself into thinking that I understood how I felt.
I had made myself believe, "I'm actually doing this." and it was as simple as that thought.
I had failed to realized that my body had absolutely no understand of what was going on. It was unprepared, sleep deprieved, over stressed, and misinformed.

For the next hour and 20 minutes I cruised toward what I believed I was ready for.
We circled the city I love, still buried in snow, surrounded by Ocean and looking as beautiful as ever.
Approaching from over the cliffs, we effortlessly soared across the last barrier and the plane skidded to a stop.

I worked my way through a surprisingly crowded airport.
Down the escalator, being careful not to push as I weaved between the people not suffering from intolerable excitement.

I turned the corner and bright eyed smile caught me front on.
I almost stumbled. My legs went weak.
The Reality of the situation had finally, unforgivingly smashed into me.
I had done it.
I had crossed every obstacle I said I was going to. I had brought us together.
A last chill raced through me and my hands began to shake.
Then in a split second I warmed, my hands we steadied from their shake, as we embraced.

I'd never known what it was like to be greeted at the airport by someone other than family before. I'd only ever seen it.
But now, finally, I understood everything.

My level of happiness soared passed 500 on our now obsolete 100 point scale.

With my bag in hand, you beside, we walked toward the rotating doors.
This was incredible.

The whirlwind wasn't here yet.
But it was surely coming.
.. and when it picks me up, I won't be in kansas anymore
.. and I won't care where it drops me as long as it doesn't drop me alone.