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.
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AuthorIn 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. Categories
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