It is the “pack it up and head on home” day of vacation. These types of days are always reflection and digestion days, for me. It is the time to really think about what I have experienced and how that experience has affected me. Have I changed in any way because of my experience? Did I learn anything new? How did this experience impact the relationship I have with my family members? Will anything that I have experienced impact or change my daily life at home? How did this experience influence how I view Life?
This trip is no longer the eagerly anticipated adventure in the future, but is now part of our family’s memory scrapbook. It is no longer a question of what awaits us, but now a story of what happened, in an adventurous week, in the life of our family. That story will be kept alive by shared memories, laughs, and some pictures to prove that it is part of our shared experiences. Yet, we all will digest it, in our own personal way, born out of our own perspectives and feelings and preferences. In that sense, the story of this year’s epic family vacation, will be the same story, yet a collection of individual stories, all at the same time. But, isn’t that true of all stories? Isn’t that true of Life?
