There’s no Place Like Home
Kia ora e hoa ma
Being away from home is usually what people enjoy the most about travel, and personally it is for me too. Making memories in different cities, surrounded by different foods and culture. As I’ve mentioned before, the awe and excitement is addicting. However, recently I found myself in a position I have only been in once before, and that is the feeling of being stuck whilst overseas and desperate to get home …
With the ring of a phone call, all of a sudden the rush and thrill of being immersed in foreign language and food fell away as all I could focus on was getting home. The feelings of awe quickly became despair and the excitement grew to anger.
It was almost the complete opposite to having the ‘travel bug’, where you have a sense of longing or serendipity. Now all I could imagine was the driveway of my childhood home, the wallpaper of the rooms I grew up in and the faces of my family.
Unfortunately I don’t have much recent travel to write about as my last trip overseas I received the news that someone very dear to me had passed away. The world I so deeply sought to explore didn’t matter in that moment; however, as I write this I can hear her words that encouraged me to travel in the beginning and I will continue to fulfil a dream she no longer could, and that is travel.
A quick shout-out to my colleagues and manager who took care of me on my journey home. Thank you for your care and support. I will never forget you.
‘OH! THE PLACES YOU’LL GO! You’ll be on your way up! You’ll be seeing great sights! You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.’
Dr. Seuss
Words by Chloe Potae
