One more day.
I am in that moment of unreal excitement I always experience right before a trip. The anticipation of the unknown, adventures and mishaps, the promise of tomorrow’s journey and the discoveries that await. And yet, it feels unreal, a dream that hasn’t happened, still wrapped up in my head. I could easily wake up tomorrow and carry on about my normal routine and find that all this planning for my next adventure has been a fanciful wish.
It is that strange paradox of reality that bridges the cusp between my normal life and my travel life. I have always found the two worlds to be separate, distinct, a fence between the realities. When I am traveling the world and kicking a soccer ball in a Nepalese village in the shadow of the Himalayan foothills, that is my reality. I taste, see, smell, hear, touch that reality. Home seems far away, an alternative reality, a wisp of a memory. I am no longer enmeshed in the everyday workings of home, work, the lives of my friends and coworkers. On the flip side, when I am home, from the minute the plane touches down on the runway and I am hugged back into my everyday dimension, the travel memories become unreal – another life lived by another girl, almost as if I have been reincarnated and they are memories surfacing from another long-ago life.
I have never really articulated this to anyone. But today, as I brace for my next leap in time and space into another dimension, I wonder – am I the only one who experiences this disconnect in their travel lives?
Side note: I fly out tomorrow for Seattle and I will be traveling through the Pacific Northwest for the next 3 1/2 weeks. I plan to regularly post about my adventures, as well as managing my fibro as I travel. I invite you to come along for the adventure!