Re-entry into my own life

Travel changes one and most of the time in ways that make us better as we return to our everyday lives.  It always changes me. This last trip to France and England were more of a series of events than one long holiday. It was not packed with sight-seeing and travel, but it did have elements of it. At first, I didn't know why I even left the comfort and security of my familiar life to fly half way around the world and sit, feeling lost and lonely in my friends apartment. I was in a dreadful state of mind. But, as the jet-lag waned and I adjusted to being disengaged with family and friends back home, I realized that this trip, this divertissement of the moment, was what I made of it, not what others or Paris, or London made for me. I was the one who needed to explore the depth of the question "Why am I here?" And little by little, it began to unfold.
Not that I had any great epiphanies. But I did come to some conclusions: that we are to be fulling in the moment of where we are, giving all of our senses to it and that each of these moments are in and of themselves important. There were times that I was bored and in those moments I was fully in my own head, and not engaging in the life around me. But, when I stepped out of myself and into the life of my friends who took the time to be with me, I realized that each moment was an event and each event was strung together with times of contemplation. In those times, when I stopped and evaluated the moments with friends over a good meal, or a cup of tea, or a board game or a glass of wine or a drive to see Mont St. Michele, I had to catch my breath and be thankful. I also had time to write, to put down these moments into the written word and in turn, recording them.
Now, as I sit in my apartment, after three weeks of being home, I am glad I took that trip. It was not my holiday, it was a trip to help me recover from a bad six months.  And it did. In being somewhere else with others, in a place that was not my home, but where I was made to feel at home, I came to appreciate my home and I have renewed love for those I had the chance to visit. I have re-entered my own life, restored and refreshed. I have new trials to contend with, but I know what my true calling is: just to be in the moment, there for those who are around me, giving and sharing, comforting and loving. And then, to record the deeper meanings, the profound revelations, the quiet epiphanies in a  way that brings some beauty and well-being to this fragmented world. The calling of this life is to be in the moment and in each moment, eternity dwells.