Last week I was in Chicago for the AAAS Annual Meeting. It was inspiring and enlightening and mind-expanding, and will give me a lot to blog about in the coming days. You can read about some of the fascinating research on the Findings blog, and I’ll give my commentary as soon as I get myself together and catch up with work.
I had been looking forward to the meeting for a long time, and it was as wonderful as I’d expected. I also had great visits with a handful of college friends, and enjoyed taking in things I can’t get at home like art and music. But I’ll tell you a secret: a major reason why I was looking forward to my trip to Chicago so much was because I was looking forward to coming home afterward.
Coming home is simply one of the greatest things in the world. It’s one of the things I have wished for the most: to arrive somewhere and feel that this was my final destination. To have a place where I am present without effort, where both the past and the future come to rest at a place that is mine.
There are no fireworks for me here, nothing spectacular or extraordinary, no mountaintop moments. There is simply a steady peace in my daily life, a quietness and calm contentment. And that quiet peace is absolutely thrilling. It gives me a wild, crazy joy that feels like being in love. I feel at home under this piece of sky.
I am discovering over and over, to great surprise, that it is possible to find what you’re looking for.