These days of travel are coming to an end I find myself urging the hours to hurry up. I HAVE PEOPLE TO SEE. These days of travel are coming to an end and I find myself dragging my feet. WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN?
These days of wandering are taking a pause and I find myself in a constant emotional quandary. I am thrilled and I am sad. Sad to leave. Sad to arrive. Ready to move on. Holding tight to these lovely freedom. I never want to stop. But I am weary. I need a pause. I need a day of easy communication. I need to not be surprised by a hug because they are so rare. And even as I list these ‘needs’ I am terrified to realize how easily I slip back into the expectations of Western Culture. I want a break. But I don’t want easy. Simple. Spoiled America. Even as I find my spoiled life here in Air-Conditoned Cambodia. I don’t want this to be the norm. I done want to stop being grateful.