Travels


I'm sitting in a coffee shop listening to a song, "Going Home" by Asgeir, in the Phoenix area amazed that about 8 weeks ago I was in this same area at the beginning of our travels. Now the travels to our home in Puerto Rico and a week with family on the Maine coast are all behind us. It's time to go home to my parents in the mountains of AZ. Almost a full circle. I can't wait to see them, to be back in our little home there, to get out in the mornings for our mountain walks...

That is what I love about traveling, about being a wander who isn't lost. New sights, sounds and stimuli. Also, the element of feeling at home in multiple places or the sense of excitement the comes with exploring a new area. While we were back in Maine where both Tim and I grew up I wondered what it would have been like if I'd never left the area. I cannot imagine it. I'm a wanderer, a traveler; I have a gypsy soul.

While talking to my Dad on the phone recently he shared how in his past travels he would often be looking forward to the next journey but not to the present departure. I completely understood on a surface level and also on a deeper level. When in one location, I cannot imagine not being there. I am completely present in those moments. Then the work of preparing, packing up, cleaning, saying good-byes and closing down when we depart from a location isn't my favorite, but it is necessary and part of the journey. I'm beginning to see that all of life is about journeys...comings and goings in one form or another. Transition...journeys...comings and going...

Next stop--the White Mountains in Arizona.