Tomorrow morning I will board another dark-thirty flight, this time to NYC. And there will be adventures all along the way. I will meet new people, see new places, sleep in a different bed, eat amazing food. I will get to hug my little brother and my mom! Miraculously, I will soar through the air on a big, metal bird, thankful for the facinating work I get to do, and I will keep my eyes peeled for those “tiny callings” (see Dec. 4)—those little things that can add up to making a difference in the world.