Redominatelife

my most memorable vacation.

The Village Trip That Sparked something in me

I didn’t know what vacation was back then—not in school, not at that age. I wasn’t chasing productivity or clarity. I just knew life felt routine. School to home then House to school. But one trip—one unexpected visit to the village with my cousins—shifted something in me, even if I didn’t have the words for it yet.

It wasn’t called a vacation. Nobody said, “Let’s go have a break and some  fun .” It was more like, “Let’s go see where the family is from or is ?” We packed light, got on the road, and ended up in a place that moved completely differently from the life I knew.

I remember the dirt roads, the long walks, the smell of smoke in the morning air. The way the sky looked bigger at night. The village was calm, but never boring. My cousins and I made fun out of anything—fetching water, chasing goats, sitting around listening to stories we weren’t supposed to hear. Everything had its own rhythm. It wasn’t fast, but it was full.

That trip stuck with me because it interrupted my usual way. It gave me a taste of what happens when you let the world show you something different.

looking Back, It Was moving.

a change of place—

an urge.

Until next time —