After 3 months on the road

"Time flies, when you are in great company"! It's a saying I have used many times in my life. Time flies differently on a long time travel.
It's very weird when I think of my little house in Malmö, Sweden, where I would drink tea looking at the snow outside my window and it feels like yesterday as well as several years ago. The same with people, I can miss a person so much, just like it's been a year since we saw each other, and when I get them on the phone or on FaceTime it feels like yesterday we were hugging and laughing together in the same room. I still miss the hugs though!
When I meet other travellers and we talk of places I've visited so far for giving advice, I carefully have to count and calculate before I believe myself saying: "Oh but it's more than 2 months ago I was in Bolivia" - where did time go?
Time perspective is messing with me and I'm confident it's not bad, but just new to me. While traveling long therm, my pace is slower, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enjoy it all as much. I need time to digestive experiences and let them firmly sink in. If I would run from one thing to another, I wouldn't get the quality but only quantity.
So I'm trying to take my time, not rushing even though there is so many interesting things in front of me. I'm also planning "Sunday's" in, which can be any day during the week, where I don't plan anything and don't do more than I would like to. If my day gets court up with doing a bunch of practical purposes, it doesn't even count as a real Sunday. No, on a Sunday I can wear my PJ all day if I want, place myself at a bench with a book for hours, walk without destination and a time to be back. Sunday is for thinking about nothing and everything. Being alone and with everyone. Sunday's is important out here to me, and my reflection tells me it should be at "home" as well.
So I've been on the road in South America for a little more than 3 months now and visited 6 countries. It's been my first time for many things: I have been flying 200 meters over the jungle in a zip line, I have mountain biked through waterfalls and streams, I have visited one of the World largest salt deserts, seen a beautiful seven coloured mountain, I have hiked Macchu Picchu - a World Wonder - and been diving with hammerhead sharks and more in Galapagos, just to mention some. I have already now seen so many sunsets that I can't count them, and still I always feel like seeing one more.
I feel so lucky and fortunate to be here, living every day exactly as I want to. Taking the road I want, when I want. And I feel humble as I don't understand how I deserved this. It only gets more clear, when I meet locals who would never be able to leave their country, because of the poor salary they make or obligations to support their family. They don't have the option. To my luck I had the option and I took it, which might have been one of the most healthy decisions I have made in many years.
Already now I understand that this journey I'm on is special, very special. And it has only just begun. I'm ready for more, so just bring it on!