Thursday, July 30, 2009
Sometimes You Have to Make Your Own Sunshine
Despite the fact that I got what I wanted; that I’m here with the man I love; that I’m having the opportunity to travel every weekend, I found myself falling into a funk at the end of last week.
I couldn’t get my Internet access to function right, which made work quite challenging. I’d had it with the rain and wind turning my “summer break” into a soggy slog with one bad hair day after another. I got pissed when we tried to go to multiple grocery stores, multiple times, and they were closed over and over…carrying your bags home ¾ of a mile isn’t something I’m used to doing every few days. And I didn't even have PMS.
I found myself missing home.
Missing home when there are incredible sights all around me. Missing home when I’m in the midst of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Missing home when I should’ve been enjoying every moment of my time here.
After Mr. W went to bed Sunday, I punched myself in the face and wrote in my journal until I could get my positive outlook back.
Thankfully, it returned Monday morning. And what do you know, the Internet has worked better, the weather has been nicer, the groceries haven’t felt so heavy. I’m trying to stop and soak everything in—to enjoy every detail of this experience. Because really, it’s incredible.
Yesterday, I walked to the town cheese shop and bought some goat and Camembert, then took the back way home and stopped off in the Terrace Garden above our apartment. I sat down to read a book and laughed as I watched a cat pounce between rose bushes hunting something I couldn’t see. The clouds rolled in, the wind picked up. But it didn’t matter. It was still a lovely day.