I just got back about twelve hours ago from a (too short) vacation in England.
I’m sure I’ll have lots of commentary about this experience and about what I saw as I process it more in the coming days (expect many overly thoughtful posts featuring overly inspiring photos of gothic arches :oP), but what I want to talk about right now is simply about the process of coming home.
I’ve noticed how whenever I’ve gone on a vacation that involved exploring new places, how much bigger, wiser, fuller I feel. I love how expanding one’s horizons literally does the same metaphorically as well.
Anyway, that’s all for now, except of course fro the overly dramatic photo demonstrating ‘grandeur’ :o)