How do you measure a year?
I’m drawing inspiration from the fabulous Rent song Seasons of Love this week. I’m going to be posting some of my favorite moments of the year, trying to figure out how to measure this year that has seen some of the worst and best moments of my life.
Things to appreciate if you really want to be traveling but aren’t
Hugs from people who’ve known you longer than the time you’ve been traveling
Not repacking a backpack every 2 days
The ease of ordering food/buying things/existing in a culture where they speak your first language
The independence you are afforded by not depending on unfamiliar public transportation
Drinking coffee in your empty home
Not feeling even a little guilty about doing absolutely nothing on a Sunday afternoon
Cooking in your own kitchen
Walking into your neighborhood grocery store and knowing exactly where everything is