I will not make you or myself yawn by mentioning how fast time flies. I am afraid I will grow to be always complaining about how fast life passes me by but it does…One minute I arrived and the next I am getting ready to fly back to the US. It doesn’t matter that there were thirty days between both occurrences it just happened to flew by.
I had a plan, a list of things to do and a photo project in mind. None of these happened. Instead I soaked the sun, swam until my fingers were pruned and surrounded myself with all the people I love. I carried my camera everywhere and it stayed there most of the time. I don’t know what it says about me and photography except that I didn’t want to pause and be in the moment.
I wanted to be in a whirlwind of activities, hug and kiss and laugh. I stepped away from the computer, my blog and Facebook. Work took a back seat and something wonderful happened. I remembered things, lots of things about me. What I loved, what mattered and what made me happy and how far I had strayed. Right now my journal is filling up with words as I am trying to process all of this.
48 hours from now I will jump back in my life. My heart will be aching and yet so grateful.