Inspired
I originally wrote the content below two months ago but have since struggled in naming my blog, until today. Here goes: I’ve been mourning the year-long Asia trip that Nick and I took in 2010 ( nickandtysbigadventure.blogspot.com ). I use the word mourn because I miss it like I miss my dad who died last December. We’ve been home for almost a year and half, meaning that many of the experiences happened well over two years ago, yet the memories feel like they happened today. An image from the narrow side street where we lived on Samui flashes before my eyes, and I’m there, jogging, with the morning sun intermittently warming my face through the palms. Memories from some of the other countries we visited seem more distant, but the butterflies of the new experiences still flap their wings within me. The trip represented freedom and adventure; it made us free and adventurers. Now, after working all day, we stay home most evenings, playing w...