Oh, the places you’ll go.
At this point in my life, I’ve been a few places and seen a few things. I’ve lived in different countries, big cities, small towns, and I’ve met a mind-blowing variety of people along the way. And each year, as my experiences grow and my mind expands, I end up feeling a certain sense of sadness when I look back on the memories. Not because any of the phases in my life were gloomy, but because my sentiments perfectly align with a quote from Miriam Adeney.
She says, “You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” All the feels, am I right? There are friends I haven’t seen since high school. College roommates I see a few times a year. And playmates that my daughter still asks about even though we haven’t seen them in months. Sure, social media makes it relatively easy to stay in touch, but it’s not the same as the relationships you once had. I was talking with my friend Tori the other day about being able to clone ourselves. And while we were joking about it so we can make it to more business meetings, there’s a part of me that wishes I could still be in all the places I’ve known, as well. I will miss the people, the sights, the FOOD of any spot on the map I’ve ever called “home”. Especially the salsa at Puerto Vallarta’s in Bowling Green, Kentucky. My mouth literally waters every time I think of it.
So what’s a girl to do? Right now we’re about to make the shift again between living here and there. We’re about to go through that adjustment period of “settling in” all over again. And yet, I have to force my mind to be at peace, no matter where I am. It helps to see how easily the girls adjust each time we pack up and move, I suppose. And I imagine military wives are laughing at me complaining about the few moves I’ve made, compared to their own journeys. It’s a #firstworldprob, for sure, to travel and see the world, but then find yourself missing it. The next stop on our road map will inevitably hold more joy, more happiness, and we’ll add it to our list of places to lovingly remember. That’s the trouble with travel, but it’s not a bad problem to have.
XO,
A
P.S. If you’ll be in San Antonio TOMORROW, Saturday April 9th, come tell me your best travel stories at Voge Boutique! Find out all about the event here.
