Recuperating in St. Louis

Hello, all. I’ve fallen a bit behind in this blog, to say the least…There’s so much to tell you, to get you caught up. I’ll start with a post about what’s going on right now, and then I’ll try to backfill the last eight months with my travels during that time.

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So much to tell you.

I am in St. Louis, recuperating from an overuse injury to my hip that rendered me disabled in early November. I wasn’t able to stand or walk for more than 10 minutes at a time, which meant I couldn’t do the volunteer work I had signed on for in South Africa, and I also couldn’t get food for myself.

So I booked a last-minute flight home.  I was incredibly grateful for wheelchair service in all six airports on the way home — I really don’t know how I would have gotten home without it. I was also profoundly grateful that Craig and I had come back together. We’d been very happily working a long-distance relationship since maybe July, and he met me at the airport, took me into his home, and took care of me while I healed.

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Sadly, two months of living together brought our old relationship issues back to the surface and we weren’t able to make it work. The final breakup wasn’t unexpected, of course, but it wasn’t the ending either of us had hoped for. Sometimes love just isn’t enough. At least we can move on knowing we made every effort, and never have to wonder if things might have been different somehow.

The injury and sudden interruption in my life was jarring, to say the least — imagine having everything about your life changed, overnight, against your will. Being immobilized and not certain whether I was permanently disabled was depressing for a while, and I struggled with an unfamiliar negative spiral to all my thoughts. I gained weight. I questioned everything about my life and my future.

I’m living with a very dear friend and working with a physical therapist and a chiropractor. After a couple of months of rest and a lot of therapy, I’m now walking and doing yoga again. Yesterday, I completed two 22 minute walks at a brisk pace. The improvement is incredible. I’m still not certain I’ll get back to 100% of my former ability, but I can lead a pretty amazing life at 75% of where I was, if necessary.

I’ve been torn between wanting to put down roots in the U.S. again and still wanting to travel. One minute I’m looking at real estate, the next I’m looking at one-way flights. I won’t pretend to know what’s going to happen to next…in any case, a lot depends on my physical recovery.

I’m sure I’m here in St. Louis at least until March. After that… well, I have no idea….

I’ll try to come back and fill in the blanks for the second half of 2014. I was in Italy, France, Spain, Morocco and South Africa, and it was all pretty spectacular. There’s a lot to share.

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I'm a nomadic freelance writer, out enjoying the world!

3 Comments

  • Charlotte Desorgher

    January 25, 2015 at 3:13 am Reply

    Gosh I’m so glad to hear you’re recovering so quickly. That’s wonderful news!! Onward and upward!

  • Thomas

    January 27, 2015 at 11:40 am Reply

    Just found your site. Sorry to hear about the hip and the break up. Sounds like you are recovering from both pretty well. 75% is not 100 but you really can do a lot. I look forward to hearing more about your travels so I will take a look at some of your older posts. Seems like you are really torn though with deciding on whether to say or travel. Do you really think its the recovery that will make or break whether you go travling again long term? Wow you did a lot in the last half of 2014. France, Spain, etc are all places I cant wait to hear about.

    • Lauren

      January 27, 2015 at 12:05 pm Reply

      Thank you! I really am torn. Recovery is part of it — walking and hiking are big parts of travel for me. But I am also questioning whether I want to continue traveling alone. I feel like a year and a half was enough, and the urge to buld a ‘nest’ and have a stable life, with a home, and income, friends, etc is overwhelming sometimes. I want to feel grounded, secure, rooted. On the other hand, all that will still be available to me if I decide to travel another year, whereas if I settle, I can’t afford to also travel long-term. So…yes, torn describes it really well.

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