Shortly after we got back, I often woke thinking that I was still on the island in my grandfather's wooden dome house. Has that ever happened to you before?? I think it's quite disorienting. I felt like my mind was somewhere between Yakushima and LA... traveling and floating back and fourth not knowing where to go.
At some point... I think I told myself that I needed to ground myself and focus to be in Los Angeles now because this is our home. So that's what I am doing. Building home to be home again.
I am still yet to go through all the photos we have taken towards the end of our trip. So I will slowly work backwards to edit and share our highlights starting with our family transit pictures between Yakushima-LAX. Little ones traveled very well on airplanes all things considered. So cheers to that:)
