Woke up: Boise, Idaho USA
Went to sleep: La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico
Finding the Right Words
I like to think of myself as a writer, when, in fact, the words to describe my trip home completely elude me.
Many people use “awesome” for everything from the arrival of a new baby to a clean litter box. I’ve come to dislike the word awesome due to its extravagant over use. I often use the word “amazing” as an alternative. Lately I’m feeling bored with amazing, also. So what’s left?
I spent 30 days at “home” for the holidays. I had the profound opportunity to share my time with approximately 45 people whom I love.
As everyone knows, I am an extrovert. By definition, an extrovert is someone who derives energy from being around other people. As I think back through my visits with 45 of my favorite people, the stories of their lives which they shared with me and the energy exuded, the words begin to come:
Generous, thoughtful, interested, amazed, compassionate, kind, heartwarming, funny, independent, creative, artistic, introspective, challenged, confused, searching, energetic, contrite, healing, demented, suffering, growing, trying, interesting, curious, heart wrenching, capable, hopeful.
In the end, I realized, everyone is doing just fine. Working through this human existence and doing the best they can. Living life.
I had an epiphany. Part of my homesickness, previously, had to do with my feeling of letting people down or hurting their feelings by leaving. What I know now is everyone is doing just fine without me. Like some kind of magical catharsis I was able to say “so long” feeling a newfound freedom to relax and enjoy this epic adventure Peter and I are so fortunate to experience.
I love you, Mom
Leaving my mom is another story all together. At 88 she is fragile and confused. I don’t know if she will know me the next time I go home. With this thought, I cried myself to sleep the last two nights I was there.
Home Sweet Home
A month is a long time to be away. Given his mobility, it’s a wonder Peter didn’t simply sail off to greener oceans while I gallivanted around the Pacific Northwest. But, Penelope was holding steadfast to her anchor when we pulled alongside her in the dinghy. In two days we’ll cross the Sea of Cortez for mainland Mexico. I’m terribly happy and excited for the next leg of our adventure.