That's me. Not a fly. A spy.
I'm drifting from house to house, state to state, quietly spying on my relatives- in broad daylight, on their couches, in their cars, at their friend's houses. Okay, I'm not sure if it counts as spying since everyone can see that I am there and I am watching with my spy eyes.
Since my travels in Asia, I have acquired a new ability to sit peacefully and watch people or just wait patiently to see what happens next. As someone who formerly could not be duct-taped in place for longer than five minutes, this is a truly enjoyable new skill. It's like being a kid again.
I've gotten insight into my relatives' lives, learning about cutting watermelons, daily walks, nursing newborns- I could go on. The opportunities for learning are endless. Deciding what I might implement into my life when I settle down again as I quietly observe has been just as worthy as the months I spent traveling the globe.
Thank you all who have welcomed me into your lives, couches, spare bedrooms, tea parties these last two months. I have truly been inspired in all sorts of ways.