Yet... I miss traveling already. The awe of new places and people. The exhaustion that's more than worth it. Mostly I was half-suspended in a dream-like state, sometimes forgetting where we were or what we were doing. There wasn't a moment when I wasn't looking, but there certainly were many moments when I wasn't thinking (and I'm thankful for having the best company who saves me time and again).
Many times I felt overwhelmed and overloaded from seeing and walking too much (from eating too much? NEVER!). But that's part and parcel of it and I would never have pushed myself hard enough this way had I been alone.
And even in new places, forging new memories, I've learnt that I will always carry old ones. Some good ones that made me nostalgic, some bad ones which made me close my eyes and exhale deeply. Wherever you go, you bring a part of all you've been. It's a good thing I think, that while you may lose your way in a foreign place, you can never ever lose yourself. I think that grounds me quite a bit. Good or bad, I will always have me, and where I am, there God will be.
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