When I put months-away travel dates on my calendar, it’s like throwing bread crumbs into the future that lead me to a new adventure. I gobble up the possibilities of being nourished into new ways of experiencing the world. I pull out all the stops when I reach my destination. It costs a great out-lay of energy in exchange for the things I learn. Traveling makes ageing irrelevant to me. But traveling is no respecter of age.
When my journey is over I’m stuffed full from the banquet I’ve devoured. I’m weary in my bones. I’m breathless from the day-long sprint on the plane that sped me to my door. I put my key in the lock, open the door, breathe in and feel myself revived by the simple smells of home.
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Ahh, home! I love traveling too, but there is something about getting home that’s just wholesome.
Wholesome is such a good description of home.
Beautifully said! It’s true… one of the best parts of a great vacation is coming home and realizing there’s no where else you’d rather be!
Thanks.
Beautifully said. I love the eating up the world metaphor. It’s nourishing to see the world, but we need time to digest and rest too.
Thanks for your comment.
you write beautifully 🙂
Thanks for your comment and especially for going back and reading old posts of mine.
Thanks.