A world traveller myself, I completely agree with the invaluable experience we can gain by traveling. Having travelled both in Europe on many occasions and once in China, I'm a different, more compassionate person as a result and I hope that every one of us have that opportunity to see the world through the eyes of another culture.
What struck me, however, is the realization that I no longer feel the travel bug. In my 20's, I travelled to Europe at least twice a year, spending more than a month out of every 12 immersed in a different culture from my own. Now in my mid 30's, somehow the call is no longer there.
I suppose it could be the decline in my health that has me low on energy and not quite up to the task, but if that were the case, the dreams of travel would still be there, though I might not be able to realize those dreams.
I truly believe that I have reached a time in my life where every day is a vacation, though I hadn't realized it until I read the comments on Chile's post. In other words, I don't need to leave home, I don't need to escape to find peace and rest, I find it already in each and every day.
Granted, it took a long time (and a chronic illness) to get to this point, but I can honestly say that my daily life is the best I could imagine for myself. Each morning, I wake up and steep fresh herbs for a cup of hot tea. I lazily ride my bike around town in an effort to take care of our household errands. I pick up around the house, keeping things tidy. I tinker in my garden preparing a future harvest, then pick a few goodies for the day's lunch. Afternoons are dedicated to working on my projects, whether it be the Brazos Locavores, the Friends of the Farmers' Market, or writing blog posts; soon followed by a relaxing walk, time for meditation, and diving into the pages of my latest mystery novel. As the sun goes down and Dave returns home from work, we snuggle on the couch, talk, and maybe watch a TV show on the laptop before falling into a cozy bed for a nice long, restful sleep.
Perhaps my expectations are low. I don't crave paid employment, validation from a boss, a large house or fancy furniture. I don't want new clothes or jewelry; nor to change the color of my hair or hide the lines around my eyes. I already have more than I could ever want or need, save a few odds and ends for my little garden.
I wonder. Does it get any better than this - to be content, to find happiness in what I already possess? To want for nothing. To need for nothing. Can life be any sweeter when every day is a new adventure, a sanctuary from a world that passes me by in the hectic rush towards the next destination? I wave as they pass, wish them luck, and smile knowing there's nowhere I'd rather be than where I already am.