It's late and I can't sleep-my last week in ACA and it floats back to me in phases. I remember significant moments in this room-high ceiling-rafters-squeaky bed frame. Moments in the stifling classroom, smiling faces, tears, bay breezes, sweaty muggy evenings searching scriptures-so frustrated and alone-dimples-stinky street smells- Traveling always creates a strange feeling inside me. Displacing myself for a period of time-finding a new space-new home all of a sudden happens and then it effects me in that eventually I realize that it's home-it's familiar and I'm not sure what magically made it so-its exciting because what's distinctly different turns into normal. New places, situations fascinate me and creates my deeply rooted fervor for adventure-exploration into a novelty land-difficult challenges that softens-changes-causes one to have to adapt and in so doing-learning.
I struggle to describe the thrill of travel-of coming and going. It's bittersweet-a change from the ordinary way-sedentary, cliche life pattern that sets in after a few months. I think it's as addicting as Crystal Light and Mexican coffee-it's hard for me to settle down-I'm about to return to Kentucky and yet already planning-planning-God knows.
Each new place I wonder brings me closer to home-out with the old and in with the new that lasts for eternity.
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