Sayulita Day 5

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.