Traveling and Coming Home

Yep. That was tiring all right. But after starting my day well before dawn, I'm back home safe after a whirlwind day of flying (and every time I take off or land now I find myself repeating the prayer "Please God bring me back safe to my home and family") and biz meeting. One good thing about planes: the reading time. I got to finish my book group book (Bel Canto, great read, wonderfully written), and I had the pleasure of my coworker's company, so it actually was a pretty good day considering that it started at 4:30am.

There's also this thing about traveling...no matter how often I do it, I find myself deeply re-appreciating Home when I return. Every single time, I find myself full of love for the familiar, that Place Which I Belong (both the physical place(s) and the social web within which I am happily embedded). I like traveling and seeing new things and meeting new people and observing other (sub)cultures, but I like coming Home best of all. As much as I find it romantic and sometimes thrilling to fantasize about being a wanderer, an adventurer, a rootless rogue with no attachments and no responsibilities except to myself, Home calls to me even more. To know and be known; to love and be loved, in peace and abundance. This is the thing I appreciate and am grateful for.