As I sit here in the Athens airport on my way to Tel Aviv for Keith’s cousin’s wedding, I realize I haven’t written anything about our year abroad in over a month. I didn’t write one post when we lived in Barcelona in August. A lot of flights, early bus rides, new routines, more projects at work, Instagram black holes, [our amazing] visitors and excuses, excuses, excuses have gotten in the way of my writing.
Remembering this year is important to me, so it’s time to write something, right now. I have 45 minutes before I board this flight to Tel Aviv.
