There is a shift that happens in the middle.
The countdown changed from the start of the trip - when I was all taking in, and chewing and biting on future possibilites, to now when I am settled in and secretly counting the days back. Not because I want to return. Though in some ways - I do want to return to the peace and quiet I've gotten from my daily routines. But because I've hit the middle of my time here. In fact - there are less days for me to be here, than the days I've had behind.
I know a thing or two about the middle:
One - I am a middle daughter.
Two - If I could have it my way - I'd only eat the middle inside of a sandwich. Always.
But I have never noticed the change happening within me when I am in the middle of a trip.
I am simultaneously closing a chapter, and clocking in for a new day of work. Summarizing what was left behind, while leaving room to fantasize about the future. The middle of a trip is a balancing act, and give it to a middle daughter Libra - to wonder about it long enough to write about it.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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