A Journey of Self Discovery...

It is amazing how you can spend your entire life in one place... not just any place...
but the place where your family is... the place where your friends are... a sheltered place…
the place where you keep your things...

*chuckle*

... things... near the end of the trip, I lay in my sleeping bag as the sun grows hot and warms the inside of the tent. I lay there thinking about all the things that I really missed back home after two weeks of being away, living out of a tent and my car. Of all the things that I owned, possessed, shared, was a part of... was not a part of... all I could think of that I really, truly missed were my friends/family... and my bed.

Now that I am home... and can sleep in my bed... talk with my friends and family…
I miss that feeling of waking up in the morning with no notion as to what lays ahead of you... and knowing full well that you just slept 10 hours straight. I miss meandering over to Ben and Claudia's van for a morning chat about anything... or sipping espresso with Ju and Nadia while Loui-Felix and Cedar play in the dirt… eating breakfast with Thomas and Thomasina. Chatting with Val, Richard and Jay about the day ahead... slack line or climb? Climb or slack line?

It has been only a few days since returning and already I'm in full swing with work... wondering if I shouldn't be working over time. Answering the questions that have been waiting for my return… trying to meet the expectations of so many customers. 'I need my paper work for tender'... 'I need the drawings'... 'How much is this option... and how does it compare to this'...

...I don't want to be here, at my desk...

I think while away, a longing for travelling and experiencing life in new places grew stronger inside. Already I have a trip to Smith Rock in the works… and possibly a trip to Utah… I’m already thinking of going to France next year.

Maybe soon enough I’ll be comfortable enough with the idea of just leaving that… I will.

I will sell everything… my precious car… my bed… my hockey card collection… sell it all and just leave. I’m reading a book written by Donald Miller called ‘Through Painted Deserts’ and at the beginning it talks about the word ‘leave’. How it represents an idea with force.

Hmmm… what would it be like to leave…