Late at night, wherever we may be, I'll find myself tied to the computer doing whatever tasks need doing. I've left my laptop clock on California time, and I love seeing what time it is at home compared to what time it is where I am.
I see what time it is in Temecula, California, and wonder what all my friends are doing there. I picture them all waking up to the first sounds of morning, getting ready to shuffle their family around and do their important duties.
I picture my sister, hitting the pavement for her morning run, looking all adorable as usual as she hits mile 8.
And sometimes I'd picture my parents, eating their bowls of oatmeal at the bar, drawn into the drama of the newspaper or the unfunniness of the morning Funnies.
It's month 4 into our world tour, and at month 3.5 I was hit with a huge wave of homesickness. Not for our house which we rented out, not for our possessions we left behind. No, I felt homesick for the cozy familiarity of friends and family. I felt far away not only because of the miles we were separated by, but also the time difference.
It felt odd and strange to be carrying on with evening life while my people were just starting out their day. This odd, strange feeling usually meant I was tired and done with the day, so I would meander off to bed, wherever that bed was. Sometimes it was in a new friend's house. Other times it was in a campervan off a French highway. And one fateful time it was on the floor of an airport.
The hard part of the trip so far, is not being able to have every single person I love with me. In my head during the exciting times, was a running monologue of thoughts and imaginary conversations about what was happening and a frantic feeling about how I'd describe everything later. And now that we are back in the states, I can't possibly share it all and probably nobody really cares to sit down for hours and listen. As a result, I have all these experiences and images and thoughts swimming around in my head, marinating, swarming, making me think.
And thinking makes me tired. The world is a beautiful, wonderful, mysterious place and we are thankful to have seen so much of it these last 4 months. Tonight, I'm glad that in 5 minutes, when my head hits the pillow, I will be able to envision my US family and friends doing the same, at the same time. And for our new friends around the world, I know that as I shut my eyes, your eyes will open to a brand new day of beauty and adventure that I, crazily enough, am a little homesick for.
Lovely ginger soul photographed in London, England.
BLUE LILY | Lifestyle Photographer | Salt Lake City, Utah