I had a thought just now how I feel like I don’t even know Flagstaff anymore. Yes, I still know my way around but in just the last half a year or so it has changed quite a bit. Why did this random and weird thought invoke such deep thought on my part who knows. For better or worst I feel like I have let myself get lost in the world that is my everyday now. My days consist of carefully planned excursions and the ever so important naps. There is Mac and cheese, lots of dance parties, reading books, kissing boo boos, exploring the world, playing at the park, and many other typical one year old things. I hardly ever listen to or read the news and that’s just fine with me. In addition to my baby bubble we sort of live in a little Juneau bubble now. The tourists have pretty much all left and everyone is settling in for the winter. We see the same people over and over again and we visit the same shops. This routine and familiarity is a part of our everyday. The same everyday that I feel lost in.
Why it matters to me if I know how many Jimmy Johns there are in Flagstaff now is a puzzle that may never be solved. But that thought of disconnect with something that I once was such a part of, and was such a part of me was a little alarming. It is amazing how when you let yourself get lost in life and are truly living and enjoying things day by day you can lose the bigger worldly picture. It is a bit strange going back home and being such a stranger.