复原图 为什么我进行了一场复原之旅

为什么我进行了一场复原之旅  

For more than a decade
I felt most at ease living out of a suitcase
never quite sure where I might wake up from one day to the next. I found fort in an automated wake-up call or a knock at the door followed by a "room service!" greeting. I’ve also wandered more than a few times when I’ve felt most powerless. To go someplace new
free of baggage and bullshit
meant I could be anyone I wanted. A passport stamp gave me the power to find happiness in the face of Big Life Shit.
I found solitude.
First things first. I needed to get far away from the noise in my life — texts from the ex
worried voicemails from my BFF
and
above all
every screen in our way-too-connected world of tech. To find peace in my own pany
I had to turn it all off. Being unplugged? It worked! I found countless moments of Zen at the adults-only pool at Tradewinds Club. There’s something to be said for soaking up some vitamin D in a kid-free (a.k.a. quiet) environment. With no distractions or deadlines
I was able to sit with my feelings. And although they weren’t always fortable
it was necessary. If you want to heal a broken heart
you have to show up
take part
feel the pain
and
hopefully
eventually
let it go. To start
though
you need to go to your quiet place.
先说重点。我需要远离生活中的噪音——前任的短信、死党那充满担忧的语音留言、最重要的是我们生活在一个过于紧密相连的科技世界，我要远离这个世界的每一个屏幕。想要在一个人的旅途中找到宁静，我必须关掉一切电子设备。拔下电源线？真的有用！在Tradewinds俱乐部的成人泳池边，我无数次的参悟禅之境界。在儿童免进（也就是安静）区，就连吸收维他命D也能成为话题。没有事情能让你分心、也没有最后期限，我能够安安静静的感受自己。虽然并不总是感觉良好，但平心静气的坐着也是很必要的。如果你想治愈受伤的心灵，你就必须出面、参与进来、感受疼痛、但愿到最后能够释怀。但是，要想开始治愈，你还得找到自己的安静之地。
I made new friends.
It takes a lot to woo me from my fort zone. Even then
I’m quick to judge whether or not someone is worth getting to know. When I met fellow writer and traveler Angela from Los Angeles
I knew immediately that we were like-minded souls. With an unfamiliar-to-me ease
we swapped stories of life
loss
and grief — always mon bonds — along with stories of love
joy
and success. She provided more fort and joy than she knows.
I found joy in food.
There’s no shortage of deliciousness to be had in Aruba. On my first night
I indulged at Atardi
the hotel’s swank beach pop-up. From the first sip of my Aruba Ariba (vodka
rum
banana liqueur
and fruit punch topped with Grand Marnier) to my last bite of my sea bass entrée
the toes-in-the-sand dining experience was a total knockout. The picture-perfect sunset may have helped
too.