When Travel Goes Full Circle

Have you ever left your home looking for something different. Adventure maybe? A new place to settle down someday when you find it?

Have you ever packed up your car and left your life behind. Not because you didn’t like it, but because sometimes you have to give up something you like to find something you love?

We left one year ago. And the entire trip has brought us full circle. We left looking for something. Looking back it’s harder to describe what exactly that was. A new place to live that we could afford maybe? A place we could get around without traffic or without shaking our heads and saying, “Look at all these posh-ass people trying to one up each other.” Or something like, “If I see another biker in spandex.” Or maybe even, “This is the only place that you’ll see a guy dressed like that.”

We met a few really cool travelers on our trip. We asked one couple, world travelers from Spain, where their favorite place in the whole world was since they’d been just about everywhere. And I was surprised to hear them say that home was their favorite place they’d ever been. I’m finding that their answer is not far off course. Nor is their advice to always call yourself a traveler, never a tourist.