“Where you come from is gone. Where you thought you were going to, weren’t never there. And where you are ain’t no good unless you can get away from it.”
It will still be today, by the time tomorrow comes around.
Welcome to the confusion of jet lag. I was on a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean as I thought this thought. Flying out of Bucharest wasn’t a big deal this time. My flight didn’t leave until 12:05pm and so I didn’t even bother to pack until after breakfast. I’m getting pretty good at traveling efficiently. I packed most of my clothing in with the HD Camera (for the added protection), leaving my backpack for the tripod, the camera support, and the rest of my cloths. My carry-on was even more stripped down than when I arrived, as anything that I didn’t need to carry with me was stowed. Why carry the extra weight?
I found myself looking forward to returning home. I miss my friends and family. I miss my routines. I miss my roots. I am also pleased that leaving Bucharest didn’t feel like such a big deal. It felt more like leaving Vancouver behind rather than some esoteric city from far across the ocean.
Even so, I do feel changed somehow. Bucharest always gives me a chance to reconnect with myself. I feel refreshed, energized, and inspired. I also have decided to commit to writing in my blog everyday. I believe that part of the reason I feel so connected with myself is because I am journalling everyday.
Everyday, wherever I go, I believe there is something for me to reflect upon. The things that interested me most about Bucharest were the simplest, everyday, taken for granted type of things. I think we have a habit of not seeing what makes life so wonderful when we’re at home, because the scenery becomes invisible amongst all the familiarity.
My head hit the pillow last night in my own bed, 25 hours after I lifted it from a different bed, located one great big whole wide world away.
See you tomorrow!