there's something about being a tourist, a sort of separation and a little surprise about the things you find out about yourself-- it's a sort of a getting-to-know-oneself-experience and you find that you agree with yourself on those points too.
we went to Honkong for our honeymoon, a little pause from our usually timid lives and the trip involved bravado and a lot of peso conversions, of course. i love to travel. i love what goes on and our little trip affirmed me on that one. the experience was really really worth it.
but i found that there was a little heart-twinge at dusk and was surprised by it. even being with him could not appease it. looking at those strange faces and strange places when it was near dark puts a bit of longing in my heart for my familiar. it was a bit odd because i am a going-overseas advocate and yet my heart just had to had that pull and regret and calling for home.
now i know that i love being a tourist. being in one place at one time for some silly moments but that's about it. home after that would be a lovely breath of fresh air. but if i have to be there anywhere for a long time, then i know there would be a lot of prepping to do.
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