This year was kind of intense.
In fact, it got so intense at the end of things that when I came home from Argentina I sort of collapsed into a puddle of cookies, empanadas and loving in my hometown. I need to recuperate. I need to breathe for like, a sec. After a two week holiday from the internet, (I didn’t open my computer except to watch Netflix and snuggle) I have emerged from the ashes. It lives!
But really- in the past year I’ve visited three continents, five countries. I’ve lived in Ghana and Argentina, visited Macchu Picchu and flown home to India. I’ve met actually the most incredibly amazing people, better than any I could dream up. I’ve found new passions and worked harder on old ones. I made some big messes. I cleaned a few of them up.
Now I’m back in New York, and spent four days flying around trying to get all the loving in I can before I embark on a whole new set of adventures. If this was only one year, I can only imagine what the next will hold.
I leave for Prague (and Paris!) in two weeks. Suitcases on the sidewalk already.
Recuperating is important! As thrilling as adventures abroad can be, there seems to always be a necessity to unwind at home at some point. Enjoy your next journey!
Nothing makes me appreciate home more than leaving! :]
Ain’t that the truth! It’s so easy to take for granted the simple comforts of a familiar place. “Home” might change geographic locales from time to time, but it always occupies the same spot in our souls.