If you were in Louisville and you looked out the window or went outside yesterday, you’d probably classify the day as a dreary one. Rainy and chilly. There are times when such days bring me down. Yesterday I reveled in the day.
Four days before, I arrived home after four weeks of traveling - to Turkey, Albania, Iraqi Kurdistan, and Richmond, Virginia. Between sleep deprivation and many experiences to process, it took me a few days just to get my head screwed on right. It clicked back into place on my third day home.
My fourth day was yesterday. I had tentative plans to meet a friend in the afternoon, but no other fixed plans. I finally went through all the mail that had piled up while I was away. I went to my parents’ house and finished uploading trip photos. I cleaned out an email account that I never use. I had a long Skype chat with a friend that helped me put some things into perspective. I went grocery shopping and picked up a couple of DVDs. My few times out in the rain gave me a chance to try out the new rain jacket I’d bought right before my trip. I haven’t had a rain jacket- ever. It was blissful to arrive home dry and warm!
I expected to hear from my friend shortly after I got to my house. However, I never heard from her and didn’t have a phone number to call her or an Internet connection with which to contact her. Though I want to see her, I was perfectly alright with the change in plans. I cuddled up on my couch and listened to the rain outside.
It was the first full evening I’d spent at home since late September before I left. I lit a pumpkin bread-scented candle. My cats nestled in with me on the couch. I watched my DVDs. I finished reading The Happiness Project, and considered all the reasons I have to be grateful, one of which was the cozy evening in my home.
Life felt good.