I’ve traveled far away from my home a few times in my life. Some were memorable life enhancing trips. Travel is good for opening our eyes and minds and hearts, I’ve always thought.
When I was a kid we moved two thousand miles across the country away from friends and family. That was life changing. Later we moved to CA. which was so different it seemed very far. I went to college in a different country. That felt far.
Sometimes it’s not so much the physical distance as the cultural differences that make you feel far away. Differences that are exotic, probably a big part of the appeal of travel, are one thing.
Moving is something else.
I will venture to say that home is an important place. It is an extension of who we are as people, as families. Our culture makes us and we make our culture. When we are out of our comfortable places, we grow, but it’s not without some hard moments.
I remember my mother setting up our home after each one of our moves. She would unpack boxes, arrange and rearrange furniture pictures, cupboards. Life inside would look very similar to where we left. Outside, we had new kids, new schools, new neighborshoods, new stores, new weather and many new ways to learn and get used to.
This last move-ish thing we’ve done has felt and continues to feel very far away.
This might feel like one of the farthest away places I’ve ever been.
Peace Kit 