“What am I doing here?” – Arthur Rimbaud, writing home from Ethiopia
As I’m sitting down to write this post, a few weeks tardy from my latest trip, a few more places visited and a few more world catastrophic events logged, I’m still at a loss of words on my travel and experience.
Stop 1 – Dallas: Visiting Hector for a few days including Valentine’s Day, Cirque du Soleil, unfortunately work!
Stop 2 – Layover in Narita, Japan.
Stop 3 – Singapore: For a brief 1-day stay… that gave me the oppty to meet-up with my friend and opt-in to a trip over the border to Malaysia as well.
Stop 4 – Indonesia: Bintan Island, to be precise. A little 5-day work outing… which had me dying to get off the island by the end! Though I have to thank Club Med – Bintan Island and the mediocre food for a few pounds lost.
Stop 5 – Melbourne: And that makes all continents touched by my feet outside of Antartica (I can save that for when I’m 50… ) Melbourne was nice, driving on the otherside of the road for the first time was interesting, Melbourne roads, roundabouts and forks left me lost on more than one occassion!!
I’ve always known I’m not the traveler that can spend months & months away living night-to-night from backpacker havens & hostels. After 6 countries, 76 hours of flight-time (I don’t even want to know how many miles…), 2 ferries, 7 taxis, 2 buses and 3 cars (all wrong-side)…. Never have I wanted more than to just click my heels and repeat “there’s no place like home.” Only slight problem; yes, currently I have a residence but I have someone else’s furniture, dishes, decor and no home.
So after a few weeks back in Puerto Rico, and one huge decision that while I love the island (and I do!!) it turns out my stay was ‘for awhile’ and that time is coming to a close…. So, I’ve spent the last few days with family; reflecting, trying to get perspective, plan the future, etc.
Perhaps Gramma had the best words of advice. In the front page of the Generations book on our family history that she handwrote and gave me years back she placed a poem and advised us to live life appreciating the words in “The Station” written by Robert J. Hastings. (you can find the full poem here: http://www.robertjhastings.net/)
“However, sooner or later we must realize there is no one station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us.” – R J Hastings
I want the answers, I’m waiting for the crystal ball. Though I know that I, like everyone else, am simply left to wonder … What or Where to Next?