
I felt myself coming undone as I experienced my worst jet lag. The day after we got home, after a long sleep we piled our camping stuff into the car and headed on our annual church youth group camp at the beach. We expected we'd be a bit tired, but everyone ends up tired on camp, so it was the perfect place to blend in and re-adjust to our timezone. What I didn't anticipate was for the jet lag to wear me down to the core, a tiredness so deep that I felt sad and not myself. Thankfully I have a friend with patience enough to sit beside me in the car as we drove along the coast line, stopping regularly to take photos, to climb a hill to a lighthouse and clamber over rocks to reach the ocean. There on the soil and sand of my own country, I restored my hope and joy to take new adventures close to home.
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