There’s No Place Like Home

I think that I would like to live a semi nomadic life travelling often but always returning to home base. I do often daydream about travelling to places near and far. I love planning trips both real and imaginary and I love the anticpation of setting off on a journey. There are still many places I’d love to see.

I often see “Grey Nomads” camped in a park near where I live and I think that would be a great way to travel spending as much or as little time in a place as you wish and carrying a little bit of home with you wherever you go.

However I could never be a total nomad because I would miss my stuff. I’d miss having enough space to work on scrapbooking projects. I’d miss my doll collection and I’d be bound to suddenly think of some book sitting on the bookshelf at home that I wanted to read again. I’d miss curling up in a familiar armchair in a familiar room and feeling relaxed and contented. Seeing new places and revisiting old ones is wonderful but I think your mind can only take in so many new sights at a time and then you can’t absorb any more till you have digested all you have seen. Going home is a chance to reflect and recharge before setting off again.