The Fine Art of Going Home.
No matter where you go, there you are.
It’s tough at the end of a trip not to get sentimental. I am fortunate to be able to travel (thanks vaccine!) and see my parents, sister, brother-in-law, and my nephew. We’ve had lively discussions around dinner tables, have gone for walks, and have had adventures.
This is the way.
As I write this, I’m sipping a steaming hot cup of instant coffee in my parent’s spare bedroom and making a plan for the day. I’m a “pack as soon as possible” guy when I’m returning home from a trip which is miles apart from the “pack as late as possible” guy when I’m leaving somewhere. Weird. I don’t know why that is.
The process will be: Shower, brush teeth, pack toiletries bag, get dressed, walk through house to check for stray socks, wrangle socks back to spare bedroom, pack suitcase with whatever I’m not wearing, find wild sock under bed, re-pack suitcase with all socks accounted for, pack my work bag, make bed, place bags side-by-side ready to go.
I came here with three books and have only read one and a half. I’ll finish the second half tonight as I wait for my flight to leave. Airports request that you arrive 2.5 hours before your flight’s departure due to COVID-19 screening and extra time to dot i’s and cross t’s. Some people would start a protest over that request. I will not. I am happy to comply and continue on with my life.
This is also the way.
Today there is no work to be done. The only thing that needs doing is packing and hanging out with my family. We plan on hitting the Salish Aquarium today; I’m hoping to befriend their resident octopus. I have a vision of the octopus coming out of its tank, jumping on my back and disguising itself as a backpack so we can go on adventures. This is fodder for yet another one of the children’s books I have yet to write.
After lunch, maybe we will go for a walk on a beach somewhere and plan out which islands we will buy. Eventually, we’ll make our way back to the house to load up my bags and head out for dinner before I have to check-in for my flight back home.
There will be a time in the foreseeable future when I’ll be getting dropped off at the Calgary International Airport 2.5 hours before check-in for my flight back home to Vancouver Island. Just the thought of that much change makes me anxious and excited. Or maybe we keep a place in Kensington and a place on the island and a place in Maui, so no matter where we are and where we’re going, we’re always headed home.
Or maybe home isn’t a pin in a map but a place where family is?