The beautiful teacher of perspective. Just go anywhere else for a day and observe the surroundings. Super simple in concept, but hard to make yourself do at times. The routine is just way too comfortable, so change what you look at.
Yesterday and the previous day, have been all about this one concept.
Change.
Maybe, I really did need a reality check and to observe a different type of life that could be. Both days were so different and new. As great as they both were, and happy I was to be in the moment. At the end of the day, I realized I just missed the home; I made away from the city.
Let me explain.
Yesterday, was amazing. I saw so much. Wooden elephants depicting a herd migration, going from city to city, a bonding cultural event and I got to be part of the bigger picture. I saw a small post about it a few days ago and that’s not even the reason I went in the first place. I didn’t know where the herd was, we were just stumbling around the city, having fun and it so happened to be on the path we went. A directionless day of wondering and discovering. No plan, no list of things to get done. Just to be there, be among the people who live, laugh and love that city. We met amazing people and not so amazing people along the way. All unexpected and at every turn was just more, to be noticed.
About halfway through the trip, we bought some lunch from trader joes and sat in the public garden. We sat tired from our many steps taken from the wondering. Watched people wonder back and forth, on to the next big thing in their day. Some were stressed, confused, happy, sad, depressed, spending time with loved ones, and even a marriage photoshoot. All within just an hour of sitting on this bench. Life has touched all of them in different ways, for better or worse but that’s just my perspective. And just around the corner in the same place there was live music and huge gathering, and some people are just doing their daily runs.
It just reminds me that potential is everywhere, and everything is abundant.
At the same time, I know where my true home is and it’s the one that’s far away from all of this.
I like it at a distance. It’s peaceful, serene and is mine alone.
It’s funny because just two nights ago, I was watching a beautiful movie called “The People We Meet On Vacation”. Around twenty minutes into the movie, they locked the keys in their car, interrupting the plan to go home from college. So, they ended up having to stay at a motel, he goes on a run in the morning and comes back. Saying he saw a sunrise that he’s never seen before, on streets he’s never been on, and how great it was that it all happened just like that.
But.
The best place to be, away from all the awesomeness of the world, is the one that means something to you.
Home.
And you create that, by being you and the choices you make along the way.
Vacations are great but it will never be home.
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