A Curious Dream

“`Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about...”

I am sitting in a hostel in Tbilisi, gorging on internet and hot showers, but not feeling the same gratifying sense of indulgence that I've felt every time before this, the dread of returning to the village after a great weekend no longer looming.

You see, this time, I rode to Tbilisi in silence, scrolling through the memories in my heart; melancholic, happy, and sad about the knowledge that this time there would be no marsh ride, precariously postponed until the very last possible moment of the Sunday evening, back to the village.

I said my goodbyes last week, tears shed, gifts exchanged, and heartfelt 'thank yous' delivered. I am ready to go home after much uncertainty, waffling, and reconsidering. I had a pretty good thing going here, despite how different it was from home. But alas, the recurring lesson is that all good things must come to an end.

I wonder if one day I will get tired of doing this, falling in love with a place and a time, only to uproot and do it all over again in a different place and time. I wonder if one day, I will come to a point where I have simply collected too many of these deeply personal experiences that I no longer will be able to share myself fully with others. Lot's of things, I wonder, but in the meantime, I am honestly excited for the next phase of life and the for the times when I will sit alone, smiling to myself as I remember my adventures, like a curious dream.