Well, this blog started the night before I left the comforts of home for parts unknown while I should have been packing, so it is only fitting that it should conclude (at least take a summer haitus) on the night before I return to the comforts of home while I should be packing. Whew what a sentence, I'll try to not do that to you again.
I feel like I should have something profound to say about my (almost) year spent here, but anything I can scrape together just feels pretentious. The bare-bones, non glossy truth of the matter is that living here has become regular for me now. It feels natural to walk to the beach, to have kids say clever things that cause me to stop and think, to go for a hike and find a bomb.
What I'm saying is, the newness has worn off. I debated writing that as several things; ..."the magic/ luster/ wonder/ whatever has worn off", but I really want to be careful with my word choice. While all of those other things may sound more eloquent, the more I think about it, it's really only the newness that's gone.
There is a new kind of wonder, of luster that comes with certainty. With regularity. Over my time here, I've come to realize that I am blessed to have this as my life. And that's what it is. It's not an escape, it's not a vacation, it's not a break from reality, it's not a publicity stunt, it's just what I do.
And the crazy thing is, I'm learning that the real adventure is sometimes found between the lines of the other 'adventures'. Sometimes the real adventure is getting up every day and doing something 'regular'. I've found that sometimes you gotta put in a ton of tiny brushstrokes before you can step back and look at the masterpiece.
Will I keep finding new things to be amazed by? Yes. And I guess that's the point. Maybe it's not to live as hard and fast as you can in search of new thrills and amazing discoveries, it's discovering that every day is full of adventure and excitement no matter what, if you keep your eyes open.
I guess that wraps it up for now.
The future is bright.
