For me, creativity doesn’t work like that — something you can flip on with a switch. My creativity needs external input and action and laughter and sadness and elation and moments of brevity. Maybe that’s what it is I seek when I travel: Moments of magic, moments like this.
And sometimes, you just want to preserve the little moments of joy, to bottle them up, label them and say, “Remember when that happened? That was so awesome!”. Little victories like that don’t come along often, so it’s important to appreciate them when they do.
Tonight, two of the greatest people in the world stood up in front of their friends and family and formally announced their commitment to each other. It was a night to celebrate love and the momentous decision of forever. And it could not have been more perfect.
Since returning to Australia, I have not ventured too far from my family’s home in southern Sydney. Staying put usually makes me antsy, but I’ve enjoyed adjusting to the the slower pace of life in the suburbs. Overall, the feeling is one of familiarity, like my favourite PJs.
We have only a handful of days left in the apartment, and in the city, and I feel the ticking of time with each passing day. I have a mountain of stuff to discard, and I was quickly disheartened and overwhelmed. I thought about burying my head under the pillows and enjoying the weekend, but we just got right to it.
Sometimes I forget just how beautiful San Francisco is. All you have to do is just step outside and you are rewarded.
The Rebecca Project 