It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there was something missing about the place I lived in, and within me, that propelled this sense of urgency. A weekend puttering at home filled me with terror. What a waste. Pack up the car, get on the plane, do something!
However, since I've moved to the WC (that's Wallowa County, which I refer to as the WC because of how people in California refer to Orange County as "The OC", I think it's funny anyway) I have been seized with the opposite, a sometimes troubling case of inertia. All I want to do is stay home.
Belize? That would be cool. But so much work to plan. Hawaii? Eh. Hike the JMT? I want to, but really couldn't I just map out a two week hike here? Drive to the Steens? Seen it. Ski at Anthony? I can ski here.
I really can't quite figure it out. I could be suffering from a case of travel jet lag. So much traveling for so many years. It could be my adopted doggies. Hate leaving them. All I know is, I'm turning into someone I don't recognize. I need an intervention. Please show up with a suitcase and a plan!
In the meantime I am back from DC after 26 days. It's good to be home.
3 comments:
I wouldn't worry about it. You've simply finally found a place you don't feel a need to escape; you've found home.
WC? That IS funny.
I think after 26 days in DC I would love to stay home too.
We just go through phases. Mine right now is to go, explore. I kind of even know why... oh, long story for a good post.
Enjoy your home and your pups.
Welcome home. I haven't left the WC (HAH!) since October, and that was only to drive to The Dalles for a two-day poetry conference. I LOVE being here, being home. I'm busy all day long, there is always something I need to be doing and I just cannot find the attraction of going somewhere temporarily when I can be here, investing my time in a place that is truly Home. I only ever wanted to escape from places that I really didn't want to be, or situations that I really didn't want to be in (the 'we get along great when we're on vacation' syndrome).
Settle in old lady (you can hit me for that later) and enjoy the process, sometimes becoming someone we don't recognize is what is supposed to happen, it's just that we've been fighting exactly that for years. We didn't want to let go of an image we had set on a plinth and idolized, and ultimately caged ourselves with. Relax. If you don't like it, hey, planes are still flying.
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