[Editor’s note: Please note that in an effort to catch up, we have temporarily instituted “Two for Tuesdays” and this is the second post of the day.]
The last time we put on a clean pair of pants was exactly three weeks ago. For me, it will have to wait one more day. We grossly underestimated how long it takes a bus to get from Chitwan National Park to Kathmandu, and what turned out to be an all-day ride didn’t allow for time to get our laundry cleaned. It did allow for one thing though: time to reflect on life.
A lot of things go through one’s head when living out of a suitcase while traveling the world for eleven months. The predominant thought is still “wow, we’re really doing this.” There are times when I get that feeling and catch myself awkwardly grinning at Zhou for no apparent reason. I don’t think she notices too often, but I think when I lose those moments I’ll know it’s time to come home. Fortunately, I don’t see this happening any time soon.
Another thing I like to think about is a miniature globe spinning in my head, and we’re on one side of it trying to peer around to see what our family and friends are doing on the other side. Usually they’re all sleeping though, which makes it easy to go back into the “wow, we’re really doing this” mode. Because we could be asleep or getting dressed for work or making Sunday morning pancakes if our lives were just a little bit different. Instead though we’re climbing the Thorong La Pass or snapping pictures of lion kills or even enjoying a ride in an uncomfortable crowded bus.
More and more though I think how as fun as this trip is, and as much as I look forward to our next activity, our next destination, our next new experience, I realize how good life is back home. Even though there are bills and work and obligations, there’s also the little things I used to take for granted. There are pajama pants, Mom’s seven-way chili, morning basketball, thick carpets, people who don’t ask you for drugs, single-knob shower handles, dentists (yes, dentists), lazy football Sundays, weekly phone calls home, the list goes on and on. And while I wouldn’t trade this trip for the world (although figuratively I suppose that’s what we’re doing), I hope that when we do make it home we’ll appreciate how good that is too.
Picture of the Day: Zhou said this picture will go in our kitchen next year.