Last weekend we said goodbye to our vacation rental in Venice. We are now officially homeless and unemployed. Who knew it could feel so good??
Before our departure, we had the chance to take Noah to the beach and boardwalk for a sunny afternoon. It's amazing to spend time with him and witness the pure joy of experiencing things for the first time. It is such an exciting age, the potential for discovery inherent in every moment. Each day brings literally hundreds of opportunities to see, touch and experience something brand new... The hesitation as his toes sink into damp sand. The elation as he dunks a spoon straight into a jar of peanut butter. The sheer awe at his first glimpse of Christmas lights.
As an adult, I think we forget what it's like to approach each day with this kind of anticipation, to have reason to marvel at the newness in each moment. When in our adult lives can we go through an entire day devoid of sights we have seen before? Spend a week or a month (or a year!) inspired by things we have never done?
The answer, of course, is while traveling. It's an insight that helped me to understand the overwhelming draw of my greatest passion. Deep down, maybe we all just want to remember what it's like to be a kid again. I'm told that's the draw for many people to have children to begin with. Perhaps my desires and theirs aren't so different after all. It's just that I'd prefer my sleepless nights to be the result of a noisy hostel ;)