An interesting thing has occured in the last little while, which I didn’t think would happen so soon. We’ve begun to really look forward to returning home. We have even discussed the possibility of changing our flights to return early and our personal reasons vary slightly.
For me, I’ve grown a bit tired of visiting places and would simply prefer to enjoy a somewhat normal life in our immediate surroundings. We are planning a trip to Germany soon but my motivation for actually following through with it fluctuates on an almost daily basis. Early on in our voyage to France I was eager to drive and explore every nook-and-cranny that France has to offer but now I somewhat dread any sort of voyage and prefer to stay near to our Giroussens home. I think this reaction is probably normal. I think that no matter how exciting an activity is, one needs a break from it after a while and I’ve now reached that point with my France travels. I recall, when I cycled across Canada, that I needed time away from my bicycle afterwards, and that after a sufficient break, I was once again enamoured with cycling.
My mom, Marissa and the kids are also experiencing some of these feelings.
I hope that this post does not convey a sense of misery as this is certainly not the case. But at the same time I do no wish to make this blog a sanitized version of our experiences. If it is to serve as a accurate souvenir of our voyage then it should include the ups as well as the downs.
At the end of the day we have to remember that we are very fortunate to be able to be here in France and to experience its many wonderful facets.