In another world – a parallel planet – far, far from here, my other life is waiting…

It could even be called my ‘real’ life, even though I know that every moment, wherever it is spent, is as real as the next.

I continue to be flummoxed by the strange nature of travel and time.

Perhaps, with the advent of airplanes and other speedy modes of transiting,  it has become too easy to cross oceans and continents and land somewhere completely Elsewhere. There is no slow evolution of becoming acclimatized to a new reality (in case the aforementioned is misconstrued as a complaint, I would hasten to add that I am not advocating a resurgence in horse-drawn wagon travel, but still…the problem remains).

Which is…

While I am Here, though I often yearn for it…I can barely imagine There.

I liken it to the feeling I get about the rain back home in Vancouver. When it is sunny, it is glorious and seems perpetual. But when it rains, I immediately have the feeling that it will rain forever and never be anything but the very wet and very damp present. Intellectually, I can understand the other world, but it feels like a distant construct, nothing that has any bearing on my current experience of living.

I know that as soon as I am home, this time in Mexico will be completely displaced by the new ‘present’ of Canada. Will this time in the Arquetopia residency actually have happened?

The only proof will be the photos that make me smile at these new layers I’ve added to my life and the increased word count in my Scrivener file.

For right now, I am here. Present and still writing.