I am away from home on a work conference this week and I am hankering after a bit of routine this morning, if just to overcome the feeling of discombobulation I have. I arrived in the dark last night and the moon was amazingly bright, so I could tell we were near a lake, there was forest. But that was about it. In the way of work conferences, it seemed important to get to know the people before the lie of the land, but I regretted that decision once everyone was heading to bed.
The evening had consisted of a couple of glasses of wine and way too long in the bar putting the world to rights – I should remember that if the world is not right by midnight, it is probably not going to get sorted at 1.30am – but I have been trying to remember that for decades now!
Inevitably, the wave of homesickness engulfed me as soon as I was alone. Interestingly, I was fairly detached from it – a new thing for me. I observed the homesickness, put it down to tiredness and discombobulation and went to sleep.
My brain woke me at first light and I got outside to explore straight away. The homesickness has completely gone. Knowing where I physically am helps to settle me down, definitely. I am reaching for routines that are familiar, hence the blog. Now, I need to remember that morning-after wisdom of not staying in the bar until 1.30am.
Thinking quietly 