Heading...Home
The last few days in Bali were spent in a holding pattern. Knowing we were heading back to to the States, it was hard not to thinking of anything else. It was tough getting motivated to do anything besides lounge by the hotel pool. It was bliss, doing nothing. No sight-seeing. No shopping. Nothing. Just the pool and a book.
Sarah wound down too, but she's different. When I want to temporarily give up being a tourist, I sit on a deck chair all day. She heads to the internet cafe where she reads five different celebrity gossip sites. I can't understand this. I know it's a guilty pleasure for her, but I don't see how she's kept up her level of interest all this time. I can go weeks without looking at a newspaper. For me, this trip is a time out from the modern world. For her, it's a chance to read about Tom and Katie and Jennifer and whoever else. She spends hours on these sites. This is semi-normal behavior, right? The best part is when she sees me walk into the internet cafe, she quickly shuts down all her gossip sites so I won't know what she's up to. Sometimes I'll catch her in the act and she'll be in the archives of some site, reading gossip that's months old. What a strange girl I married.
So we were being lazy tourists since we were excited to get home. It's like, "Yea, a month in Bali is great, but what I'm really looking forward to are traffic jams and below freezing temperatures!" I think were just ready to not be excited and amazed all the time. We want to know what's coming. We want a blah November cloudy midwest sky.
When you're traveling, every day is different. And that's great. But sometimes you want to wait in a long line at Starbucks, go to work, hate your job and come home and watch a football game you don't even really care about. You need the sameness to appreciate how wonderful it is just to be somewhere else.
I kind of miss everything that we didn't like in the first place about America. Like political talk show hosts. And never being able to escape knowing who got voted off American Idol, even though I never watch and never bring it up in conversation. I know that may sound crazy, but it's true. We started traveling because we wanted to see the world, not because we wanted to leave America. So it's nice to be home.
-Brendan
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Agreed. After being on the road for a significant length of time, it's nice to do nothing. To come home and everything's pretty much how you left it. You can rediscover your own furniture, your old bed. On the other hand, this grace period lasts about 3 days...then then travel itch starts again.
Aw, well the saying must be true, there's no place like home. And I love that Sarah is a Celebrity Gossip junkie, but I thought I was the only one who tried to hide the addiction from said loved one. Hope you guys are having fun at home! :)
I love it! I no longer hide the fact that I am a Celebrity Gossip junkie. I subscribe to the magazine (US Weekly) and check in with Perez daily. I guess 10 years with my man and I know he knows so I let it go and share now too. He acts uninterested but will pause G4TV to let me finish. Sometimes curiousity gets the better of him and he asks what a certain picture is of or what it's about. ;)
