I spent the week in Ireland.
The smell of wet grass.
The way the light changes as rain clouds roll by.
The lushness and life in everything.
It made me feel alive.
When I arrived in Venice it was hot and I was immediately annoyed.
This terrible summer has burned life from the fields. Everything is dry. It makes me feel brittle. There is no lushness here.
My homecoming feels oppressive.
Something doesn’t fit.
Or maybe it’s me.
I spent the entire ride home wondering why I don’t want to be driving this car, on this road, to this house. I have a lovely life, so why is it so depressing to get back to it?
My travels this summer were all about wholeness and simplicity. Meditative walks, morning runs, and real food made me feel vibrant. My life at home feels chaotic and cluttered.
So I did something tonight that I almost never do immediately after arriving home. I emptied out all of my travel bags down to the last pocket. I organized and put away the travel essentials that normally end up forgotten in the suitcase until the next time. I nested the suitcases together and retired them for the rest of the season. I want to spend some time making my life at home feel more vibrant. I don’t want to feel like I have to flee the country to feel alive.
Sounds like a good start!! U know the saying, if u want something different then do something different!