Nomadic Soul, Habit-Loving Heart
I'm a dynamic person. I love to travel, explore, and study. I have a curious mind and I rarely manage to just skim the surface of things that interest me.
I try to adapt and I never get bored. In fact, I wish I had more time to do all the things I want to do.
But, while I was preparing my evening herbal tea, I was reflecting on something: that habits are reassuring. That, every evening, I appreciate this small ritual that I try to keep the same everywhere. Even in Ottawa, we brought our herbal tea, and as is tradition, I prepared it for myself and my wife before bed.
They say this is a symptom of aging, but it's not true: it's always been this way. Every time I left, even when I was young, I was incredibly happy. But upon returning, I felt that particular pleasure in getting back to my routines. When I was away for a long time, in the days following my return, I took the opportunity to do all the things I normally did when I was home.
And it makes me think that, when we walk our "usual route", all the dogs ignore us: they know us, they know our rituals. But when we take a different route, maybe in the opposite direction, the dogs start barking, then they recognize us and calm down.
We're not so different after all.