When is the right time to come home?
For some people it is a year
For others a month
For my sister who went to Hawaii it was 2 days
(I got a postcard that said "Hawaii is alright, but I miss my dogs. Oh yeah, and my boyfriend. I want to go home now. I want a vegemite sandwich. Can't believe I have 10 days to go. I'm going to die.")
When we travel we want a break
from our lives, our families, our friends, our problems, our work, the hole in the roof, the door that doesn't shut properly, the cat who doesn't love us and poos daily on the bathroom floor
maybe we want a solution
We at least want a punctuation mark. That's the end of that section. next section please. One with a nicer cat.
There's people
who never want to go home
They travel for as long as they can afford it, beg or borrow as much as they dare, eventually come home kicking and screaming
and by the time they arrive on their front step
already have one foot out the door
and eyes set to another faraway place
feet itching in their dusty shoes.
Are they running away from something? they ask themselves. They run faster to avoid answering.
When I travel I'm not looking for that perfect picture
or that perfect travel tale
Or the bungee jump rush
I seek a feeling
that is hard to define.
And my dad says he has never needed to travel. cos he travels in his head. and he can see the funny side of life. The cat knows what the bathroom is for.
I travelled until all I could think about
was my life, my home, my family, my friends, my life's work, my dreams,
and how I really didn't mind if the cat pooed in the bathroom.
At least it's not on the carpet.
and I travelled a really long way to realise
what I really wanted was to be home.
And I now I am really glad I am there.
I think I shall stay this time.
