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