Wanderlust

Saturday morning, and it is Nora, sitting in my kitchen alone for what feels like the first time in six weeks.  It feels absurdly strange to not be thinking about the relative locations and states of wakefulness of 10 other people. The last Wanderlusties departed yesterday afternoon, and I leave today for Boston and then eventually Arizona.  In the next few weeks, we’ll be bringing you reflections, thoughts, and more stories about Wanderlust and the ways it has changed us, the things it sparked and continues to manifest in our lives.

I know that for me, I have never felt more powerful than I did riding through the streets of New York City in my Wonder Woman costume, screaming and hollering at the top of my lungs as we careened through traffic, 11 women fully realized, articulating the end of the greatest accomplishment of my life.  There are so many things that I feel, right now, but most of all I feel immense gratitude for everyone who helped make Wanderlust a reality, and for everyone who brought a little Wanderlust into their lives by hosting us, talking with us, and listening to our stories.