Saturation (and statistics and pea green soup)
sat.u.ra.tion /ˌsaCHəˈrāSH(ə)n/ noun The state or process that occurs when no more of something can be absorbed, combined with, or added.
Have I become sensorily and emotionally saturated with traveling after 49 days? That's 7 weeks. I've never traveled this long before. Looking back, I think it may have actually happened about a week before now. My interest in doing things has waned, and I feel increasingly like sitting still and doing nothing for a while.
I put together some statistics last night. Of those first 49 days, there were 33 days when I traveled. I define traveling as picking up and moving where I would sleep the next night, no matter the distance. There were 16 days when I didn't travel, and I woke up in the same place where I would go to sleep the next night. I slept in my van 10 nights, I slept in the houses of friends or family 9 nights, at a retreat center for 2 nights, and in motels 28 nights. (Quite a few of those motel nights were free or discounted because of rewards points I'd been saving up for ten years.) I paid for a place to sleep in my van 2 nights, and I found a free place to park my van 8 nights. I stayed in California 27 nights, in Arizona 11 nights, and I spent 11 nights in 4 other states on my way to Arizona.
I want to make some changes for how I do my return trip. I intend to stay in the same place for more than one night in a row more often. I intend to use more of the equipment that I've packed in the van but not used yet. And if I realize that I'd really rather be back home instead of using more equipment and seeing more places, then maybe I will just high-tail it for home and start planning my next adventure to enjoy later. I get to choose! 😊
But first, a photo. What do you suppose is behind the green door?
It's a motel room at Pea Soup Andersen's Inn in Buellton! (I wonder if they took a bowl of soup with them to the paint store to get a perfect match?) And facing the other way I took a photo of this collection of benches, some with deep thoughts on them, for the smokers to ponder:
Have I become sensorily and emotionally saturated with traveling after 49 days? That's 7 weeks. I've never traveled this long before. Looking back, I think it may have actually happened about a week before now. My interest in doing things has waned, and I feel increasingly like sitting still and doing nothing for a while.
I put together some statistics last night. Of those first 49 days, there were 33 days when I traveled. I define traveling as picking up and moving where I would sleep the next night, no matter the distance. There were 16 days when I didn't travel, and I woke up in the same place where I would go to sleep the next night. I slept in my van 10 nights, I slept in the houses of friends or family 9 nights, at a retreat center for 2 nights, and in motels 28 nights. (Quite a few of those motel nights were free or discounted because of rewards points I'd been saving up for ten years.) I paid for a place to sleep in my van 2 nights, and I found a free place to park my van 8 nights. I stayed in California 27 nights, in Arizona 11 nights, and I spent 11 nights in 4 other states on my way to Arizona.
I want to make some changes for how I do my return trip. I intend to stay in the same place for more than one night in a row more often. I intend to use more of the equipment that I've packed in the van but not used yet. And if I realize that I'd really rather be back home instead of using more equipment and seeing more places, then maybe I will just high-tail it for home and start planning my next adventure to enjoy later. I get to choose! 😊
But first, a photo. What do you suppose is behind the green door?
It's a motel room at Pea Soup Andersen's Inn in Buellton! (I wonder if they took a bowl of soup with them to the paint store to get a perfect match?) And facing the other way I took a photo of this collection of benches, some with deep thoughts on them, for the smokers to ponder:
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