There’s nothing as strange as coming home after a vacation. As soon as I walked in the door of my apartment, I sensed my own absence. My house missed me, and so did my cat, DC.
But I came back from Mexico a changed woman! At least, that’s how I felt, because that’s how I always feel after an adventure. The experience alters me at my core, unlocking hidden knowledge and allowing me to get rid of some old habits or fears.
So it’s jarring to come home, all sun-kissed and glossy, and find everything just as I’d left it…
I found myself sitting on the couch, unpacked, back in New York as if nothing had happened. As if I hadn’t flown South and South and even more South, to get to Riviera Maya. As if I hadn’t spoken Spanish almost exclusively for a week. As if I hadn’t visited one of the Seven Wonders of the Modern World – Chicen-Itza.
It was as if I’d never left, but I had left, dangit! My frustration grew until I realized that this was a normal, natural part of change.
You see, change occurs best when it’s from the inside out. And something has changed inside me, a little bit of Indiana Jones goes a long way, and it makes perfect sense that I should come home and find my existence here lacking a certain je ne se Pais.
This next part is the slightly tricky part: How do I bring all that is new inside me out into my everyday life?
I think this is a common feeling when folks get back from vacation – we still feel the adventurous glow and want it to continue.
But there’s a difference between acting like life is vacation 24/7, which is silly and doesn’t even sound fun, and consciously promoting the spirit of adventure in daily life.
So that’s what I’m going to do: I’m allowing the wide-eyed adventurer in me to look at New York and my home as a great, exciting mystery to be questioned, adored, and treasured. I’m re-vamping my apartment already, and with this new inspiration, I aim to bring a truly exciting piece of furniture here. I don’t know yet what the piece of furniture is, but I know how it makes me feel. It’s hard to describe, especially because I’m no home decorator, but I just really desire an apartment that is not only posh and nice, but gives you the feeling life, even the mundane parts, is an adventure.
Sorry to ramble about my apartment. It’s just a new thing for me, I guess. I shouldn’t be embarrassed but I feel like other people my age know how to decorate and live alone better than I do. But, I’m learning and sucking at something is the first step to being really, really good at something!
Thanks for reading, and I wish that this season infects you with an adventurous spirit…XOXO