7/10/25/37

 

There we are: day 1 of our trip. Now, as I write this, it's our very last day of the international part of our trip. Tomorrow, we fly into LA and spend five days there. We then fly home on Tuesday, March 14th. For all intents and purposes, though, this journey has ended, and I've been so excited to write this post.

What does the title represent? Well, see the below list:

We traveled for 7 months.

We visited 10 countries.

We took 25 flights.

We stayed in 37 unique places (not counting sleeping in airports).

This was a before and after moment in our lives. Do you know the moments I'm talking about? It's those moments in our lives that could be a flash or could last several months or even years, but whenever you emerge from them, you're changed. Well, this trip around the world is definitely a before and after. 

As a family, we saw the best and worst of each other, and we emerged still a strong family unit. We consistently had to tolerate and uplift each other. We shared very intimate spaces, and we saw more of each other than any family should have to see. But, we persevered. 

For those who know us well, you know this trip has been in the works for many years. We've been planning this for the "perfect" time for Sila, which now I realize was a few years back. Folks, for those who have young kids and say you need to wait until the child is older to travel, oh my god, don't. Freaking go when they are young and content with staying near you and playing with rocks. The MANY trips we took with Sila prior to this one was so easy. So easy. Little kids are easy; pre-teens are not. Thankfully, though, he made it around the world with us. Conan almost left him in the streets of Tokyo today, but I told him we can't leave our child. Like I said, we're a team, holding each other up when the other can't.

I recently told Conan this might be the hardest thing I've ever done. He was a little surprised and named a few things that might be harder: losing my father at 16, going to graduate school, raising a child. Initially, I laughed and agreed that those things were probably harder than that, but now I don't know. I think before--through all those events--I was surviving. I was going through the motions without much awareness to the most important element: me. This trip, I kept me front and center and tried to face each and every emotion that came up, which was freaking hard. 

My absolute favorite part of travel is the clean slate it creates when I return. All obligations, habits, and everything else has been wiped clean. I get to start over, and I am SO excited to do so. Each time I take a trip like this, I'm older and hopefully a bit wiser. I'm definitely not a stagnant being, so the excitement of getting to start fresh again is exhilarating. My only hope is that I do more with it than I've done in the past. 

So, friends, if you're still following me, I'm going to ask you a favor. Instead of asking me, "what was your favorite country?" (which, by the way, is an impossible question to answer...how do you compare a country that offers the Serengeti to one who holds the Colosseum? You don't), could you please ask me something different? It doesn't have to be deep. Heck, one of my FAVORITE pre-trip questions was this: "what shoes are you bringing on this trip?" (shout out to you, Meg!). So you don't need to go deep and philosophical...just maybe be creative?

Conan and I were just talking about how one of the hardest things about coming back is that no one will really get it. No one will understand the highlights or the troubles. It will be a few questions, and life moves on. That makes sense and is fine. We know this trip was for the three of us, and we'll always carry the memories in the fabric of our family. But, if you should feel inclined and even perhaps be inspired by what we've done, ask us anything you'd like. We'll bare all. It was a beautiful and brutal adventure, one that we now own.