Belonging to a place called home by ekeenan on Blogster

Here I am again, sitting in a hotel room, in a bed that is not my own, in a country that is not my own. I find myself to be very tired, but not completely overwhelmed by the thousands of miles I am from my home. At this given moment I am in Dublin Ireland, my younger brother is on his bed next to mine. It is July of 2007, and my family and I just arrived in Dublin after a painfully long flight.

Going back a year or so, I remember the moment that my family and I were gathered around the dinner table when my father brought the subject of our next family vacation. I suggested a trip to England and Ireland because it is somewhere that interested me. Over the next period of months we planned out our two-week excursion across the lake. I found myself looking forward to the trip less and less as our departure date approached.

Recalling past events in my life, this has been a very constant theme. I try to fool myself into traveling, and going other places where I don’t “belong,” but I will always find myself counting the days until I get home. Counting down the hours until I can return to my comfort zone, where I feel safe and protected. I do not view this as a weakness, it is just a unique quality, that makes me…me.

Thinking back on my travels, I have become pretty well traveled in my twenty years here on earth. I have traveled to over twenty states, as well as four different continents. Some of my past destinations have been Costa Rica, Thailand, England, Ireland, and Japan. Looking back at my travels in these places, I feel extremely lucky that I was given the opportunity to see so much of this beautiful world, however I know that while I was on these trips I still longed to be a place I called home.

After contemplating my past travels and experiences of adventure, I find it easy to identify myself with Hestia. I find myself most comfortable when I am in a place where I feel I belong. I do not regret any of my past travels, I think I have grown a lot with each place that visit, however, at this point in my life, I find myself more identified Hestia.