I am getting really excited to come home. I’m ready. NOW. Only 4 more days of work, 9 more days of Spain, and 14 days until I’m back in MN!
I have been reflecting on my time here, and although it was not the life-changing, enlightening experience that Julia Roberts convinced me it would be (yes, I watched the stupid movie*1), am coming away with a lot of lessons learned. Here are some thoughts for today…
To begin with mattresses are important. After 8 months of sleeping on a dorsalgia-causing (*2) box, I am tempted to replace my set at home with the best money can buy.
I am happy being old (*3). I realized some years ago that weekend is not a synonym for party and that in the end, staying in can be more pleasureful and rewarding than bar-hopping all night long. And I don’t care if that makes me boring or bitchy!
There is so much of the world (including parts of the US) that I still want to see. Although we don’t have awesome budget airlines (*4) like Ryan Air, Easy Jet, Wizz Air, Vueling, or Jet2, I still need to make it happen.
One should always wear high heels when walking one’s dog or strolling along with one’s baby. Obviously.
Variety is the spice of life…and I need a variety of spices in my kitchen. I have really learned to enjoy cooking and vow never to buy bottled sauces, dressings or anything of the sort. It’s amazing what I can make from scratch. The only ingredient I will be missing back in the US is time 😦
I have and always will loathe pork (*5).
And now, in honor of David Foster Wallace, my [abbreviated] footnotes.
*1 Eat, Pray Love…Sappy movie about soul-searching abroad.
*2 Officially (per me) he kind of back pain that shoots down your arm and makes your fingers numb.
*3 According to recent research, ‘old’ begins at 27. Seriously.
*4 Awesome = pain-in-the-ass, cheap, great, shitty, headache, frustrating, wallet-friendly, etc.
*5 Sorry, Spain.