Going home – it’s a part of travel not given much breath. For most travelers, home is literally the last thing they want to think about. But I have to tell you, after being gone two of the last three months, it’s like a healing salve upon my soul to be able to get back into familiar surroundings and relaxing routines.
I am of Wisconsin. Here I am the master of my domain. Actually, that would be my wife. Hm.
People often ask me why I don’t just move to Scotland. Why all the international flights and separation from Sarah? It’s a fair, no, good question. Certainly it would be easier on the finances. There would be fewer violations of self from snarky and vindictive job-hating TSA agents; fewer bacteria baths inside rattling fuselages; fewer annoyingly futile attempts to take mental pictures of loved ones and newfound friends before I once again disappear.
The simple truth is even if I could move to Scotland – visa and immigration issues are a mess, no one wants Americans – I don’t want to move there. Don’t get me wrong, I hope it’s painfully obvious that I love Scotland, it’s just that I also love Wisconsin. It is home.
I’m a huge proponent of having a home base, which seems to be the minority view in a world of aspiring digital nomads. I know I’m more productive at home free of the mental strain of travel. But I need to travel. It’s the catalyst for inception; I open up and explore more. New people and places lead to new ideas and perspective. I do my best to capture these seeds, bring them home, and nurture them to grow.
Plans & Happenings
Speaking of new people and places, earlier this month I landed in Vancouver for the Travel Blog Exchange Conference. I met hundreds of fellow travel bloggers, professional writers, and PR folks in the gorgeous and ultra-modern Vancouver Convention Center. What a beautiful city! My four short days were filled with productive meetings, decent informational sessions, and lots of free drinks on rooftop parties and yachts. Yes, yachts. The people I met really made this trip, and the picture on this post is a shot from my final night in Vancouver aboard a yacht in the harbour. In the pic you can see Simon of Never Ending Voyage, Jeannie of Nomadic Chick, Akila of The Road Forks, Gareth of Tourist 2 Townie, Shannon of A Little Adrift, James of Nomadic Notes, Michael of Go See Write, Cailin of Travel Yourself, Lisa of LL World Tour, Ryan of Ryan Goes Abroad, and Marc of Marc Passion.
Since I’ve been home, I’ve spent a lot of time catching up with friends and catching up on posts from my previous two trips to Scotland. Multiple trips up north in Wisconsin loom in the future, and I’m happy to have the chance to enjoy summer here. But I had to face an ugly reality when I returned from my last trip to Scotland: I’d gained some extra padding while I was indiscriminately eating and drinking my way around Scotland. Imagine that. Since then I’ve been working out religiously and started moving toward a raw food-focused diet replete with green smoothies. The experiment has been…fruitful…as I’ve already shed the gained weight and I feel pretty excellent.
As I catch up on my posts from the last couple trips I’m also on the front end of planning my next trip to Scotland, tentatively slated for late August/early September. Admittedly, I’ve been procrastinating a bit and allowing myself extra time to decompress. I’m ready to dive into this after the 4th of July weekend, and I’m looking at the islands of western Scotland, particularly Islay.
Where is home for you? Do you even have one? Is the sting of a trip ending softened by the glow of home?
Photo courtesy of Lisa Lubin