Safely home back in Chicago, but it feels very disconnected right now. I’m at my usual place, coffee is at my side, Bear the dog is snoring next to me, grandkid #2 who comes for daycare is upstairs now chirping away happily to slave angie, the rumble of my next door neighbor’s Harley as he gets ready to go to work… all familiar and yet it feels so far away, so distant. I think a bit of my heart is still in the UK, still in those wonderful places we visited and most importantly, with the wonderful friends we made and people who we got to know.
It’s probably going to take a couple of days to get back to a semblance of normal, and yet life rolls on, things move on and we are already planning for Toronto in August and Australia next February as our next ports of call.
Something that happened during this “work-cation” was, surprisingly, we felt disconnected at times through the trip. Not that we weren’t having fun, but that in the middle of it all – meeting people, presenting, seeing all the new sights, eating wonderful (and very different) food, but we felt sometimes far away from each other. We had moments where we could reconnect, but as this was slave angie’s first trip abroad, and a very jam-packed, 3 location changes and 5 events in 11 days trip, it was hard to not get lost and overwhelmed. The moments we did have though – our ritual said quietly before we collapsed exhausted, moments where we could take in sights together, small things – a few indulgences of the “Master, I NEEEEEED dis [pleading looks]” – just small ways to get us in touch with each other. We’ll take that lesson learned when we travel like this again.
So today will probably be a jetlag day and a few days of recovery for us to cash the checks we wrote on spoons and buckets, but it was just oh so worth it.
Here are a few of the pictures we took (copyright and rights reserved to us.):