Like a visit to an old friend that has come to an end, sadness washes over my mind as I think of all the things I didn't write about and the places I didn't get to visit. For me, this week-long contribution has been like catching up with an old friend over coffee and knowing that soon, a lonely train whistle will sound and I will have to bid you adieu and board it for another exotic location, not knowing when we will meet again.
I love where I live and I hope I breathed new life and fresh perspective into the daily grind for everyone who stopped by to hear my chatter. The most inspiring part to me is wondering whose life I am touching and what conversations I am starting. There is no better reward than starting a dialogue that changes perception or unifies diversity. I am grateful to be a part of this community, even if only for a brief visit.
My desk is covered with half-finished stories and piles of research for my next book. Ideas race through my head as I sit down to do this one thing I really love. My door is always open and the coffee pot is always ready for friends old and new to come in, sit down, and discourse. Maybe we will change history or maybe we will just change our corner of the world, but either way we will make memories and nourish the human condition.