Not a Sitter

One week is a long time to spend in one isolated space, even with the privilege of a rental car. This was illuminated to me last night, when on impulse, I popped in a commemorative DVD of my year spent in Nottingham. I was bored, it was late, I didn't feel like watching another 400 episodes of "The Deadliest Catch" on the Discovery Channel, and I figured it would be pleasant to reminisce.

It was quite odd to juxtapose the happy, worldly being in the stocking cap and blue windbreaker in the film to the dude lazing about on a pullout bed in Arizona. Not to say I'm unhappy in Arizona, but it was slightly different circumstances than walking through the Austrian countryside looking for an obscure B&B. It's definitely been a challenge for me, to temper my adventurous streak with the reality of my situation in Sedona. But assuredly, it hasn't been bad by any means. The happy benefit of having an automobile is the ability to do where I please on any whim I may have. But also, it's been nice to chill out a bit and realize that there's more to travel than just always going, going, going. There is something pleasant about exploring everything about one place. But then again, as my mom once pointed out to me in Edinburgh, I'm not a sitter.

It'll be nice to be home tomorrow, for many reasons.