Home again, home again, jiggety jig!

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GeorgiaXplant

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Dog sitting is fine. The money is swell. But there's nowhere I'd rather be than home.

Which makes me wonder...people who "love" to travel and are rarely home except long enough to do their laundry and then off again to the next faraway place with a strange-sounding name. Do they really not mind living out of a suitcase?

For those of you who travel a lot, do you take your own pillow along? Something from home that makes you feel comfortable?

Even in the days when I traveled for work, what I wanted most was to get through the assignment/meeting/conference/whatever and get back home, and it's not like I had to travel "steerage" or stay in budget hotels or watch the company's pennies at mealtimes.
 

I've finally decided I don't want to travel overseas anymore, done it several times but with all the news you hear of plane crashes, near misses, unreasonable delayed departures and air strikes I feel enough is enough and I'd like to keep my blood pressure normal! These days we like to go on day trips to the seaside, explore cities, visit museums and other places of interest we haven't done before as we've wasted too much time sunning ourselves on various beaches and getting sunburned!
 

The longest I ever had to stay anywhere was three weeks...the longest three weeks of my life!

When DH died, maybe if we hadn't already sold our house I wouldn't feel like it was home anymore, either. When I daydream and think about "what if" I can see myself still in that house, but he's always in the daydream, too.
 
We once took a long period of leave from our jobs and spent 5 months travelling on an around-the-world air fare. At first it was very exciting as we visited The Barrier Reef, Hawaii and western USA. Then each time our plane took off I had this feeling that I wanted it to be heading back to Australia but I gave myself a quick talking to and settled in for the next destination. We went on to explore Canada, New York, England and Scotland before coming home via Paris, Rome and Singapore. We touched down in Perth which is not our home city but coming in over a mosaic of gum trees (eucalypts) and jacarandas lifted my spirits and I wanted to sing out loud, which would not have been a pleasant experience for the other passengers.

Home to me is my house, which we've lived in since 1966 but it is also the continent of my birth. We call it the Wide Brown Land and it is like no other.

I really love the photos that members of this forum post. America and England are both magnificent and beautiful parts of this planet but they would never nourish my spirit in the same way that Australia does. I understand the longing of the heart that immigrants must experience.

When I was a school girl we learnt this song as part of our French studies. I thought it was very poignant then and I still do.

"Un Canadien Errant (The Lost Canadian)"

Un Canadien Errant (A wandering Canadian,)
Banni de ses foyers, (banned from his hearths,)
Parcourait en pleurant (travelled while crying)
Des pays etrangers. (in foreign lands.)
Parcourait en pleurant (travelled while crying)
Des pays etrangers. (in foreign lands.)
Un jour, triste et pensif, (One day, sad and pensive,)
Assis au bord des flots, (sitting by the flowing waters,)
Au courant fugitif (to the fleeing current)
Il adressa ces mots: (he addressed these words: )

Au courant fugitif (to the fleeing current)
Il adressa ces mots: (he addressed these words: )
"Si tu vois mon pays, (If you see my country,)
Mon pays malheureux, (my unhappy country,)
Va dire a mes amis (go tell my friends)
Que je me souviens d'eux. (that I remember them.)

Va dire a mes amis (go tell my friends)
Que je me souviens d'eux. (that I remember them.)
O jours si pleins d'appas, (O days so full of charms,)
Vous etes disparus... (you have vanished...)
Et ma patrie, helas! (And my native land, alas!)
Je ne la verrai plus. (I will see it no more.)
Et ma patrie, helas! (And my native land, alas!)
Je ne la verrai plus. (I will see it no more.)

Read more: Leonard Cohen - Un Canadien Errant (The Lost Canadian) Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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Home Sweet Home I always say when I am back from traveling. Nothing like the smell of your own cave. The only thing I might take with me is my neck pillow because my neck needs support or it will hurt with the wrong pillows. I liked traveling and even staying months at a time when I was traveling for fun. Business travel was not fun unless I had to stay where I had relatives.
 

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