traveling – not at home
by jcf. Average Reading Time: less than a minute.
We have safely returned from our holidays in the mountains. Both weather, snow and skiing was terrific, thanks for asking!
On the last day, while gliding up towards the ski slopes, I solved a particular puzzling aspect of my life. I don’t really like to travel. I have nothing against sitting in a train (actually I love that), a plane and going some place, but I don’t like to travel through a country without a base where I can stay.
I really need a place that I can call “home”, even if it’s just temporary. The thing I dislike most, when away, is the hours spent in an unknown place, when the hotel room is already given to someone else and the train/plane boarding is hours away. The sense of not belonging, of not having a place to retreat to, is a feeling that almost nauseates me. I can bear it, knowing that there is some place to go to in the end, and that the suffering will be (relatively speaking) short.
But traveling longer? No thanks. I’d rather stay at home.
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so, can you define a “place called home” a bit more ?
It’s a place to where I can retreat, have some time for myself. A flat, a room – but not a train station or an airport or just a city
Gosh! Bei uns ist ja schon Frühling! Aber wenn ich das so sehe, könnte ich doch noch mal Lust auf ein bisschen Schnee bekommen…
Es ist auch in den Bergen deutlich zu warm. So schön war es nur gerade am Tag nach den grossen Schneefällen…
Global Warming at it’s best
I love travelling – not always knowing where I´ll be next or what I´ll be doing next. And I love the surprises that I have experienced when I´m somewhere – not knowing where to stay or what to do. (I´m lucky: So far only positive experiences!)
Lovely picture btw.
I also have had good experiences, but I don’t like the feeling of having nowhere to go
Very nice discription of a feeling which I share.