However bright your lights may be this season, I hope the spirit finds you.

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Of all the chapters I've written so far in this little story, this one was the hardest. Do we feel it when the end is coming? Through moves and flights and mandatory removal of shoes, I felt something coming, but I wasn’t sure what it was. A new country, a new radio station, a new show, new friends, and no real plan.

Song pairings for the story, the playlist:

“Come Monday” - Jimmy Buffet
“River” - Leon Bridges
“I Swear” - Dave Hause
"A Girl Like You" - Edwyn Collins

Apple Playlist:
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd

Spotify Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ

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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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Sometimes you have to hold your breath and hope. It doesn't always work out, you don't always get your wish, they're fragile, the intangibles. In the end though, nothing stays the same, nothing goes on forever, but if you're lucky, now and again, you'll get a wink you'll never forget. And if you're extremely lucky you'll get just what you wanted for your birthday.

Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“About You” - The 1975
“Settling” - Ripe
"Never Tear Us Apart" - INXS

Apple Playlist:
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd

Spotify Playlist:
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ

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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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We’re meant to miss some of the signs I think. Otherwise, we’d be frozen in fear, stuck in place, we couldn’t keep going. We couldn’t enjoy the journey, or have a second cookie, or befriend flight attendants or rent cars or radio shows- also, I’d have way too many clothes. There’d be no scars or stories, no enchanting tales to tell.

It was all unplanned, and still, we found a place to land.

(This episode features a few adult words - just 2)

Song pairings for the story, the playlist:
“By Christmas Eve” - John Legend
“Sweet Baby James” - James Taylor
“Out of the Woods” - Ryan Adams

Apple Playlisthttps://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pdSpotify Playlisthttps://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ
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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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It was all unplanned. Two cameras, two cities, no script, no map and still , we found a place to land.

Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Pictures of You” - The Cure
“Chinatown” - Bleachers feat Bruce Springsteen
"Chicagoland" - Magic Man

Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd

Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ

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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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We all need a little vision correction sometimes, so we can see ourselves we never imagined.

Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Wet Suit” - The Vaccines
“Recycled Air” - The Postal Service
“Colorful” - Rocco DeLuca & The Burden
“Threadbare Gypsy Soul” - Pat Green
"Keep the Car Running" - Arcade Fire

Apple Playlist
https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pd

Spotify Playlist
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ

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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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Careers and chocolates and a cross country trip. Could I?

Song pairings for the story, the playlist
“Big Ideas” - The Boxer Rebellion
“Boston” - Augustana
“Fade Into You” - Mazzy Star
“If You Ever Leave, I’m
Coming with You” - The Wombats

Apple Playlist https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/finding-baggage-claim-6/pl.u-RRbVYqVuqY7pdSpotify Playlist

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1f8F0l7IUb7CTcja4n9jwA?si=CA6kuAwRTHWaEwqhuDDZSQ

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A story about landing. Finding Baggage Claim 6 is about what I’ve learned over the last ten years since I went from the life I always imagined with the great job and the great guy, a downtown view from 14 floors up, pretentious wines and pricey sunglasses, black town cars to first class check in, I went from that, to a life I never imagined that started with no job and no guy, certainly no view; a life that started with me sipping house wine at a sports bar and clinging to those pricey sunglasses like a toddler’s transition object; a life that started at economy check in; a life that started with me moving home to live with my parents at 35 years old; a life that started at baggage claim.

The story is written in chapters, and read to someone I shared my life with for 5 years. Our goodbye was never worthy of what we’d had. A year after we split, in the summer, we finally spoke. We promised, when we were cut short, we’d do it again when we had more time. We’d have a good long catch up. Before we could though, the following fall, before we could become best pals or just exes or acquaintances, or whatever, before we could say all that was still unsaid and pack up what was still unpacked, there was an accident that changed him forever. His memories were fractured and scattered but my friend is still there.

I put everything down for him in a sort of journal, that good long catch up, telling him our little story, and some of mine too, I don’t know how much he remembers, telling him what I’ve been up to and why it took so long to reach out. Telling him how the last 10 years have taught me that love can be meant to be, but not meant to be forever; that the job and the car and the view, even the sunglasses; none of it really matters; telling him I got married and that despite all my efforts otherwise, I’ve become my mother. And that I ended up in the last place I ever expected.

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