This past Christmas, I boarded an airplane flight for the first time in five years. The last time I was on an airplane, it was a flight to and from California (San Jose to Los Angeles) for the California State Science Fair, an expense one-hundred percent funded by the [leaves to use Google] Santa Clara Valley Science & Engineering Fair Association. And before that, the last time I was on an airplane was more than eight years prior, that trip in particular being to the country in-discussion here and now. Long, convoluted story-exposition short: this past Christmas was my first legitimate vacation ever and my first return to my ethnic homeland in more than ten years. So, adequately big deal.
The incidences in which I spend my time of leisure outside the home are seldom; but when they do manage to transpire, I tend to, or at least try to tend to make them purposeful and complementary of a meaningful retrospection. This month’s outing was a hiking trip at Big Basin Redwoods State Park. A friend had clued me onto his plans for the day that comprised of this morning adventure followed by an evening One Republic concert in San Francisco. I vouched for the backpacking and opted out of the musicale because one, it was free, and two, it was a much more needed breath of fresh air after my two weeks of being indoors.