Always About the Journey

We left Lahore from a 3:50 am flight. We arrived in Vancouver (our final destination for now) at 10:20 pm. That's exactly 30.5 hrs of traveling, door to door.

My longest yet.

It was nearly midnight by the time we reached our apartment. By the time we showered and got ready for bed, it was 1 am.

I got into bed after him, sorting out our suitcases and stuff in the kitchen that Chacha left out for us.

I was cold, tired, a bit hungry and generally disoriented.

3 cities in 30 hours. On less than 6 hours of sleep. Now I realize what I felt. At that time I was too tired to even think.

And then I got into bed. And Ryz turned to hug me in his sleep.

"Happy first night," he said.

And in that moment, despite the exhaustion and eddy of being in so many places and making so many decisions. I felt a sense of absolute calm. I was reminded of why I was here.

I was home. Here. Now.

Everything with Ryz, with us, has always, always been about the journey.

Celebrating our series of firsts, 6 years of being married. 13 years of knowing one another.

Just living our days in wonder of life, love and each other. The things we do, the places we see, the people we meet (and stay away from), are all part of our journey.

I seldom get reminded of the big picture with him. I know it's there, and that we share it. Together with one another. And that's enough.

So much to be thankful for, alhamdu lillah. On our happy first morning.