The night air is cool as three balloons violently flail in the wind, entangling their ribbon tails into a tight knit corkscrew. Attached to that corkscrew is a backpack and strapped to that backpack is me. The black carrying vessel is filled with clothes, a mixed CD, one of a dozen tubs of hummus, ten pink roses, and three cards; the spoils of growing one year older.
I’m riding my bicycle home from the theater I perform improv at every single week. Only this time is different. Balloons and gifts aside, it is one of the most unforgettable evenings I’ve ever experienced and I am instantly reminded why I am one of the most fortunate individuals on this planet….[Click Here to Enjoy more of this Journey]