I had to travel to the other side of the world to actually feel it. I had always understood it, intellectually, and we frequently talk about it as if it’s a given (because it is). But being that far away, I could feel in my belly that the things I truly loved and needed were not there; they were at home. There is nothing over there that is any better or richer that could make me want to leave the community of friends, kids, loved ones, outdoors, music, service, work and play that is my life, right here at home.
That’s not to say I didn’t love the adventure. New experiences, unbelievable scenery, extraordinary food & flavors, encountering a vastly different culture, learning about less tolerant governments, pretending I’m Lara Croft exploring ancient temples, having friendly encounters with locals, engaging with other travelers from all around the globe, witnessing startling experiences with wildlife, making my way through foreign places without cell service, getting lost, asking for help, getting found.
I certainly will make other trips away. Travel and adventure is one avenue to experiencing rapture. But likewise I will always return home, because there are equally rapturous moments to be found in authentic living among community, friends and family.
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