Is home where the heart is?
And if so, where is the heart?
Travelling, especially internationally, can add a great deal of confusion to exactly where one is and where one is going. Feet never seem quite steady when they spend large portions of a day in a huge chunk of metal hovering over the nowhere ocean. Adjusting and re-adjusting to time zones places one in their own zone. A one man’s land.
Sometimes I wish someone would just spin me around in the right direction.. home.