The Cure

 "The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea."

A week or two doesn't seem like much at all, but there are times it can be just enough of a respite to push you into the next phase or challenge with a different mindset. In the past I haven't really been one to think that a trip or time away is necessarily a remedy, but I'm realizing more and more that it is a reset. And resets are essential. 

I spent 2 weeks primarily outdoors, with little obligation or stressful endeavors. It was glorious. That's the purpose of my travel - to clear the pallet if you will. I just need to be free (and I live a life with a lot of freedom). But replanting yourself somewhere foreign is so beneficial to the whole self. It's difficult to come back; as much as I do like my little life and my cozy apartment and my routine, I like a day without knowing what I'm really in store for. That's probably part of the reason I like my job; you never really know what to expect. 

When I travel, it's pretty much like that the whole time. I get up for the day, even with something on the schedule, and have really no obligation - a clean piece of paper to write on. Every once in awhile that happens here at home, but it's always more exciting in a new place, you know?

I ate and ate and walked, ran, climbed, drove, swam, and jumped and saw all the things I possibly could. The regret that there was so much more to see is always there; no matter how much I try to pack in I know I only scratch the surface of a place. But scratching the itch to getaway and explore is enough sometimes.