originally written Tuesday, 25 Oct.
“If you are in a hurry, you are in the wrong place”
African proverb (haha, not really; African bumper sticker
seen in Tanzania)
I have always had a wanderlust. In fact, I never really unpacked my life.
I have had 5 apartments/houses since college, and there were usually unpacked boxes and bare walls somewhere. My last house in Columbus had a sense of home; cool furniture, best bed and couch ever (hope you are enjoying them Jeff and Ridhima Corcoran!) walls decorated, etc. But something was missing, it was never really finished. I wonder if that was intentional; my subconscious saying: time to leave, time to go elsewhere, don't settle.
Part of me feels the need to establish a place, the other part says keep traveling, keep searching. This world is too big not to explore, to enjoy, to hurry up and see it all...
I have always walked fast, learned that from my Dad. Also an Aires, we walk fast, head first, forging ahead to our destination. Living in Africa has not really taught me to walk slower, but it certainly makes me think that I need to slow down, take it easy.
Even waiting for lunch or dinner, I get impatient. As I write this, I am at this hole in the wall beachside restaurant, thatched huts, somehow passable tables, waiting on freshly caught, grilled lobster. I can smell it, taste it, yet impatient for its arrival.
The best meals are those that you wait for, and you cherish those meals.
I have always had a wanderlust. In fact, I never really unpacked my life.
I have had 5 apartments/houses since college, and there were usually unpacked boxes and bare walls somewhere. My last house in Columbus had a sense of home; cool furniture, best bed and couch ever (hope you are enjoying them Jeff and Ridhima Corcoran!) walls decorated, etc. But something was missing, it was never really finished. I wonder if that was intentional; my subconscious saying: time to leave, time to go elsewhere, don't settle.
Part of me feels the need to establish a place, the other part says keep traveling, keep searching. This world is too big not to explore, to enjoy, to hurry up and see it all...
I have always walked fast, learned that from my Dad. Also an Aires, we walk fast, head first, forging ahead to our destination. Living in Africa has not really taught me to walk slower, but it certainly makes me think that I need to slow down, take it easy.
Even waiting for lunch or dinner, I get impatient. As I write this, I am at this hole in the wall beachside restaurant, thatched huts, somehow passable tables, waiting on freshly caught, grilled lobster. I can smell it, taste it, yet impatient for its arrival.
The best meals are those that you wait for, and you cherish those meals.
And I have noticed that if I am in a hurry to eat, I am in
the wrong place.
Until next time…
Love life, Find meaning, Be happy,
Craiger
I didn't comment on this earlier, but wanted you to know that we're totally enjoying all the furniture you left us! Thanks, again and hope you're doing well, Craig!!
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