Guest Post: One Way Ticket
Back in the summer of 1996, I vividly remember waiting at the train station when I was told we didn’t get a spot on the train (we were on the waiting list.) I had a mini panic attack. Does this mean we’re going home, I exclaimed!
My father looks down at me and says, “We’re just taking a small detour.”
‘Detour’ was an understatement.