Resurrected

At a water fountain in Split, Croatia

Hello, friends! Yes, I'm still in Italy, and as you can see by the tiny blog archive number count, I have continued in my pigrizia (meaning "laziness", and fittingly enough, its inclusion of the word "pig" describes the amount of eating I have been doing). I'm about 2 months behind, and since Florence my family and I have been to Croatia and Venice--retroactive blogging to come. In the meantime, let me humour you with my thoughts, which are these (in no particular order):

• I can't wait to come home and sleep in my own bed
• I can't wait to restart yoga
• I can't wait to see Chiara and my friends
• I'm looking forward to Ma's cooking, including her Chinese soup
• Must-eats: Phnom Penh, Sushi Garden, Shanghai River (muahaha Jenny Penny, did you hear that?)

Suffice it to say that I am eager to go back to my old life. I love Italy and will never tire of coming back to visit, but home is Vancouver, even though I've seen more of Europe than North America. 

The aim was to switch things up and have new experiences. Mission accomplished. I'm glad that I did because now my life is all the richer and I've also come to appreciate home all the more. I see the value in travel, learning, and having the will to grow.

What I'm trying to say is that travel is the best gift you can give yourself for an unending number of reasons. One of the often-overlooked ones is that you can always go back home. Finding the balance between wanderlust and homesickness is an art form that I may never master, and maybe within a few months I will be itching to travel again. All I know is that I've been lucky to have had the opportunity and means to follow a dream, and in a few weeks I will wake up. Who knows what the next one will be? 

The world is a book, and those who don't travel only read one page. (St. Augustine)