While we have been home for nine months now, I feel at times we are still adjusting. We are both back to all those activities we enjoy, like Jiu Jitsu and yoga (guess which wanderer likes each of those),and have returned to a life we lived before the trip.
But sometimes, all it takes is a little glimpse of a photo from the Galapagos, a charm from India, or a scarf from Egypt to take you back in time.
And even more mundane than that, is my moisturizer.
Today I had a travel moment that took me back to the Middle East. You see, my Oil of Olay was bought in Dubai. And the package is written in Arabic. And today I ran out.
This is a simple purchase while I am in the grocery store. In the Middle East, it took me a few trips to find something I recognized as moisturizer. And when I saw that shiny Oil of Olay label, I knew I found a familiar friend.
And now its empty.
Why did this strike me so much? I think it was an everyday reminder that I went, I did that trip. I was there. A reminder as I get ready for work, ready to go out, ready to live my life as it is now, so different than it was.
So with a sigh, I picked up a new bottle of Oil of Olay at the grocery store today.
And promptly emptied it into my Arabic bottle.