I'm home again, not for good but for now and it's like a sigh I've been holding that's finally been let out. These past few months, and really this whole year, has been a whirlwind of life. They've been good. So good and I'm still sorting through the memories and living in the hazy glow that travel lends you. I'm also trying to figure out how my siblings got so tall in just two months while I've been gone. That's the hard part for me. John is shoulder-to-shoulder with me now, Lydia's head comes up to the base of my neck, Stephen and Hannah don't stand on tiptoe too much when they're trying to give me a kiss, I don't have to bend down very much. It feels like I've been gone longer, to be honest. It was late spring when I left, it's now (for Texas anyway, we have a long summer still ahead.)
I decided in the early days of my Chicago trip that I was going to enjoy my time, not document it for the world. So I didn't take a lot of pictures. I took video and made vlogs throughout the month and tried to focus on taking 1 picture of something great, opposed to 50 of something I wouldn't care to see again. In some ways I wish I had taken more pictures and shared more here, but my head is full of stories and laughter I got to join in on, and my journal is getting fatter with the weight of words.
I did the same thing in Mexico, except this time I took tons of pictures. Over 3000 or so. It's going to be a lot of fun to try culling all of those and making room on my hard drive for other adventures (I mean that though, I miss it already.) It was good for me to focus on living and experiencing life, not just being there to document it. I'm excited to share the images I made though, now that the pressure I could have had to share is over. There's a lot to see.