Wednesday, April 2, 2008

"I want to go back to Italy....

I still have relatives there." the dark-haired woman said to her friend as I passed them while crossing LaSalle Street about 10 minutes ago during my lunchtime walk.

That snippet got me thinking about how I feel when I travel.

I have written earlier about my trip to France with my kids, and I have also traveled to Florida, Virginia, Washington, D.C., Kentucky, California, Oregon, Nevada and New York.

With each of those trips I have never felt, not sure what word to use to describe how I feel when I travel far from home, but I will say “centered” – I never feel centered. I spend my trips enjoying all that is involved with each one – but constantly having an unbalanced feeling.

Might there be another word for how I feel when I travel outside of my Midwestern Safety Zone?

I am open to your thoughts, suggestions and knowing my audience of three or so – some good wisecracks.

a bunch of whacks

4 comments:

CRUSTYBEEF said...

i got nothing on travel tips.
Why?
Because I feel the same bubble issue too
When away from home I always feel strange..it could be the same gas station as the one in the burbs of Illinois, but yet, I am still met with the same odd feelings..-unless wait-for-it-..here's an idea that just surfaced: move to another state and live there for a few years, come here for a vacation in the summer and spring months. therefore gaining balance on your vacations because now your vacation is home.

always,
me
your word verification is rhyming again.

the dilf said...

I've always thought it's Insecurity. I travel a lot for work and when I'm gone, I miss everything from home...my family, my bed, my workout club, my friends. They are my security blanket and when I can't have them, I feel, well....Insecure.

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Susan said...

Thanks Crusty and Dilf (I missed you, Dilf - just where have you been?) for the verifications. Glad to know that it is not just crazy me.

Oui

kengell said...

I feel equidistant from 'center'. Having worked/traveled in the US, Switzerland, France, Austria, Germany and Denmark, I now find I have no 'home' at all. I slip from one hotel to another, cross from one border to another attempting to speak a different language each time.

“At every party there are two kinds of people -- those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.” -Ann Landers