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Travel Companion

I was lucky enough to find my best friend in my mom.  I was also lucky enough to have a best friend who craves the thrill of travel.  Having lived in the same zip code her whole life (which means my whole life too), it was never a surprise when she would suggest we take a weekend trip to Orlando or when she would come home from work after finding a GroupOn deal for a trip to anywhere-but-that-zip-code.  My mom's love of travel and my inheritance of that love has enabled me to do so much in my short life.

Without my incredible mother's sense of adventure and her love of travel, I would not know how beautiful this world actually is.

I would not know the magnificently sculpted rocks that encapsulate Lake Powell.

I would never have fallen in love with Seattle.

Or North Carolina.

My love of photography would have never evolved.

I would never have discovered the laughter the world has to offer to my goofy self.

I would never have ridden a ferry.

  There are so many wonderful relatives that I would have never known or loved as I do now.

 There are so many bookstores that I would have never discovered.

 I would have never witnessed firsthand just how amazingly different the world is.

 

  

 My nerdiness would have never come to complete fruition.

  

I would not know where to find the best funnel cakes the world has to offer.

 My love of history would have remained malnourished.

However amazing these trips may have been and how much they are a part of who I am, the part that will always matter to me the most is my mom.  Despite any shadows in our lives that we have faced, she has always managed to find a spec of sunshine and created ways for it to grow.  For that I will always be grateful.  Being so far from her has probably been the most brutal thing I have ever had to do, but even despite that, she still manages to weave those specs of sunshine into my life.  I hope I can do the same for my children someday.