Today, April 7th, marks exactly 6 months since leaving home. We’re now on our 9th country and counting. We’re tired of many things, miss a few things, but if I imagine going home tomorrow, something just doesn’t sit right. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps I’m not yet ready to return to life’s dreary routines, perhaps being only halfway to our original destination means I haven’t yet formed a mental whole and once we reach Capetown I will feel complete. One thing’s for sure and it’s unfortunate, we’re starting to really take things for granted. It takes a LOT to impress us – I don’t even look twice anymore when I see five people squished onto a scooter, or someone carrying 100lbs of flour on their head. We decided to not spend the $500 to go see the Mountain Gorillas… I hope we don’t later regret that.
In it’s own way when travelling this long, it becomes another routine, not unlike at home; though obviously one that requires a great deal more patience, endurance, creativity, effort, and a host of other things (including money). Perhaps the answer is to break these trips into six month pieces and do them twice as often (too bad life at home barely allows for this).
Of course we’re not regretting any of it and are still loving it; perhaps it’s just a shake up that we need and being alone for the first time since leaving might do it. …or perhaps lying on a beach for two weeks in Zanzibar is the answer…