I feel extremely fortunate for 2018 starting off so wonderfully. How many moms get the opportunity to take a one month hiatus from their life and travel?! Going to Karachi and seeing my relatives was a breath of fresh air from the daily grind. Sometimes you need to get out of your little life bubble and see how big and amazing the world really is – and to remember that the problems that seem so big to you are just little blips in the big scheme of things.
Going to Pakistan revitalized me for two reasons: (1) My relatives have known me my whole life, despite me living oceans away. They know my history, my nature, the good, the bad, and the super ugly. They know how I got to where I am today. Because of moving around for college, then work, and then marriage, I’ve spent the last 14 years of my life surrounded by groups of amazing friends who have been wonderful companions through those phases of my life, and continue to be great friends, but don’t necessarily know who I am down to the core. Family does. And to be able to sit with that family, laugh with that family, and marvel over our next generation and the joys they are bringing to our lives…that feeling, that love, that connection cannot be matched. It makes whatever little holes there are in your life fill up with warmth, love and positivity. (2) people in Karachi live a very very different lifestyle to what we are used to. Getting into what that means would have to be it’s own blog post, lol. But, any time you immerse yourself in a different culture or lifestyle, you gain a lot of perspective about your own and tend to appreciate how the world works. So, coming home I feel empowered to make a lot of changes to my life from things I learned there and also reinforced that some of what I do is maybe difficult and tiring and unappreciated – but still worth every effort in the hopes that it will allow me to raise three beautiful successful girls and to give my marriage the support and nourishment it needs for my husband and I to blossom.
With all of this going on in my head, plus tirelessly looking out for my girl squad and trying to squeeze in lots of fun, I ended up not documenting as much of the trip as I had hoped. It just didn’t feel important at the time. (Especially when I’m passing out at 2 or 3 a.m. every night after a day of non-stop adventure and mommy-ing). I’m the type of person who gets lost in the moment, and it is a testament to how busy we were and how much fun we were having that someone like me who is stuck to their phone every minute, completely would forget to pull it out and snap pics.
The memories and experiences are what count the most anyway. Kudos to those who can tackle it all while traveling. But for me, I’m content about writing, reflecting and posting on social media slowly at my own pace. And I’m grateful to those who are still willing to read about it in this fast-paced world. ☺️