Friday, February 17, 2012

The West Indies-Wind Writing Chapter 7: Dream Departure

    
     My mind was awake before my eyes were open. I felt sadness was the only blanket on me now. I breathed slowly as it covered me, embracing the reality that we would be leaving the Caribbean today. Leaving the warm air, leaving the aqua waters and the bright sea creatures, leaving the sailing winds and our sailing boat, leaving each other.

     When we landed Scott and I would return to San Diego, Maddie to New York and Danielle and my parents to Orange County. I knew that when I got out of my bed today I would want to sail to a new harbor, not fly back to familiar land. I didn’t feel ready to go back. I liked the person I was out here. Maybe I even liked not running into some of the people and things from home that made me feel differently. This new way of existing had become so comfortable and it's always hard leaving a place that gives you peace.

     Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of things I missed about home. I missed our bed. I missed our kitchen and its helpful appliances. I missed our friends and our neighborhood. I missed burritos. And pathetically enough, I missed the Internet and its marvelous amount of useful and useless information. These things were a comfortable part of my life at home, but I craved more of what I had found here-the uncomfortable moments that really helped me see things differently. 

         At the start of this trip, I had reflected that the landscape surrounding us seemed familiar, but the more we traveled around and learned about the winds, the seas, the island culture and each other, the more I realized that we were miles away from places that we’ve been before. That feeling was addicting.

     I've got to get home, though. There are things I need to tend to there and there are ways I can grow in that soil and thrive in those waters, too. 

    Thank goodness for the memories from this little sail. Thank goodness for the people who were a part of it. Thank goodness for the lessons that came during it and will come later after our plane touches down.

     One thing I know that, in many ways, I feel I've been forced to embrace, is that you can't battle with time. Time brings you to the things you need even if you can't see it in the moment. And, well, it's time to go home.









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5 comments:

  1. There is something so freeing about being in a new place....a remote place....a place disconnected from daily life. It's as though, in that freedom, you can completely reinvent yourself, your relationships, your habits.

    It's always sad to face the eventuality of returning home...back to the familiar {even when the familiar is something we love.}

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  2. So hard to leave a place that you fall in love with isn't it. Just watch though you will see all the familiar faces at home and before you know it be happy to be home.

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  3. Thanks for your sweet comments you guys!

    @emily You are so right about the freedom allowing you to reinvent yourself.

    @ross it was hard to leave, but you're right, it's good to be back!

    @nicole yes!

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  4. Love your words. You are a beautiful writer.

    I am from Trinidad and I love it here. It's my slice of heaven. :)

    Tami

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