It’s Hard, but It’s Also Wonderful

So good…

I just got home from my annual trip to Greece. For those of you who think I’m lucky to go—well, you’re right. I am lucky. But I am also bound to this lovely Hellenic piece of Balkan paradise.

Bound through birth. Bound through relations. Bound through friendships.

When I’m there, I love so many things about the place—particularly the heat. I love the heat. I love not being cold. I love sweating. I love not having to adjust to the water when I swim. I love sleeping with a single sheet and still feeling cozy.

A lot of my people there do not have air conditioning either. Shocking, I know.

I announce when I’m sweating that I am solar-powered and storing up for the -40 Celsius temperatures of the winter here. All that to say that I’m generally a good sport about the heat.

Satisfied

What a blessing to love where I am, to be so deeply into Greece, seeing family and soaking up everything the place has to give me, and then being content to be at home when I return.

It’s actually pretty perfect—except for the weather.

I arrived home and the morning temperature was 8 degrees Celsius!

Eight!

What the actual hell!

That’s too cold for August 10th and definitely too cold for my hot bones.

That, however, was my only complaint because I also love being home—in my space, with another group of people I totally love.

Confused

So the experience of going home to Greece is amazingly heart-opening. The return is grounding and comforting.

But it’s also confusing.

I’m ready for home, and I am glad to arrive at my house, which is full of all my personal things. My own space. I’m glad to see my people here and spend time with them.

It’s all good.

But then I waffle.

I feel the longing for Greece only days after I arrive. I long for all the things it offers, and I feel the pull to the motherland in the smack dab middle of Canada.

Reminders

I was telling my friend and hostess Maria that it’s really challenging to love two places so very much.

Her reply was so precious.

“But isn’t it wonderful too.”

She stated it. And she’s right.

It’s also very wonderful.

Full stop.

If you’re lucky enough to feel at home in two places, hopefully you’ve also got a good friend to remind you that instead of being torn, you should just soak up the blessings of both.

As always, thank you for reading, Lovelies.