Pause

So I’m on the plane heading back to Chicago. Somehow, despite more than twelve hours in the air, I have managed not to think about the fact that I’m on the way to the “real world.” Then I look up at the screen in front of me and it becomes all too real.

All of a sudden I’m full of questions: What am I doing? Why did I think this was a good idea? What does this mean for my world travels?

As I calm down and think, I remember. . .I’ve agreed to do a six-month project in Chicago. That doesn’t mean that my trip is over. Suddenly, I’m flooded with relief – this is only for a few months. My trip is just on “hold.” The slow descent continues. . .

Nonetheless, coming “home” is a strange feeling. Although Chicago was my home for more than 15 years, I don’t have a house, a car, a job, work clothes. . .it’s almost like I’m a visitor in my former home. It seems I feel like a foreigner no matter where I go.

Then I look out the window and through the haze, I see that familiar skyline on the shore of big, beautiful Lake Michigan!

It’s good to be “home”. . . whatever home means for now. 

 As for my trip (and my blog) I have to push the “pause” button for a little while.

Of course, I don’t know what the next few months will bring so stay tuned. . .the adventures will continue!

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