“There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.” - Rumi

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I love this quote by Rumi but only in middle age have I come to fully understand it. I’m writing this post from a small hotel in Portage, Indiana (with horribly spotty wi-fi) after driving all day from Saint Paul, Minnesota in the cold rain.

This morning my wife and I loaded up our beagle, Amstel, into the car for his very first road trip. As you can see from the picture below he even has a small suitcase filled with all of his favorite things. Our final destination? Columbus, Ohio to visit my family for a week.

We stopped for lunch in Osseo, Wisconsin at a restaurant called Norske Nook. They’re known for their award-winning pies but, as we discovered, their lefse wraps come in a close second. I had the chicken and spinach wrap and my wife tried the lefse-dilla (a Norwegian spin on the Mexican quesadilla).

It’s been thirteen years since I’ve laid eyes on the city I was born in. I originally left in 1995 for a fresh start when I moved to Minnesota. Up until 2004, when my parent's moved to Florida, I made the trip back home at least once a year. It still doesn’t seem possible that more than a decade has passed since I’ve been home. Honestly, it’s damn scary how fast all those years have gone.

When I left Columbus at age twenty-four I had no real plan, just a bucket list of dreams and wisdom that matched my age (meaning nearly none.) Tomorrow, I’ll return to Columbus a middle-aged man. I’ve realized many of those dreams my younger self coveted, most in ways I could've never foretold. This ring will always spark fond memories of how I achieved some of these dreams, and equally as important, all of the amazing people I've met here.

In return for all those years, I also have quite a growing collection of gray hairs on my head and in my beard and wrinkles beginning to spider out across my face. The trade off has been worth it. I can’t wait to see my family, I can’t wait to see my city with these older eyes.

So far Amstel’s been a great traveler but he’s getting a little droopy eyed. As a matter of fact so am I. We have seven hours’ drive ahead of us tomorrow so I think it’s time to bring this post to a close. We’ll be in Columbus for the following week visiting family, the neighborhood I grew up in, and a few of the people and places that hold significant memories. I can’t wait to share some of it with you.

Have a wonderful evening Steemians. Good night!

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