The day after my parents left from their two week visit, I purchased my ticket to move back to the States. I think I’ve been in a state of shock ever since. Yes, it’s that time already. And my inner being has lost connection with my body and mind.
I’m 100% thrilled to be going back home–as long as I’m thinking about it. Then, as I wander about doing things that have become routine but may never be routine again, that maxed-out internal barometer wanes like I’m in a gird locked arm wrestle with myself.
For times like these closure is crucial to the human spirit. That’s why we are planning a road trip in a few weeks.
Holland was where I first set foot in Europe six years ago. Holland and my lovely Dutch friend Barbara will be part of our saying goodbye. It’ll be the perfect capstone to this…tour. Calling it an “unintentional pilgrimage” would be more appropriate.
Meanwhile I am making a list of things I plan to replicate after returning to the States, from personal habits and lifestyle to my home style. Take, for example, this branch dripping with hearts on display at Depot (the store being a definite Favorite German Find).
It’s all about making the most of what’s left and pinching ourselves to see if it’s real.