I read a blog post the other day, by a couple who sold their worldly possessions and now live their whole, entire lives traveling.* They have no home. And they are happy!
I cannot imagine that. I don’t want to imagine it.
You know how I love home.
I thought my blog would be primarily about the “loving hands” but I’ve found I’m just as likely to focus on “at home.”
But even I can feel the call of the open road, the siren song of other lands, different roads to wander, different beauty to enjoy.
If pressed, I guess I’d say that I like to go (a lot) but I LOVE to come home.
Traveler or homebody? Who are you?
Coming or going? What direction suits you?
Leaving or arriving home? Which do you like best?
* And, of course, I can’t find it now! Sorry!