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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

I Want to Be Home

Why is it that the more I travel -- which is quite often -- the more I want to be home.

I'm not on a "I don't like my job" kick or anything like that. That simply wouldn't be the truth. But I find myself more often than not desirous of being home. With LoverBoy and Pooch. Turner and Hooch. Whatever. Just at home. I see things as I travel, I enjoy amazing views and restaurants and people and experiences. And it all just makes me want to be home more. Or, perhaps, to have LoverBoy with me when I experience them. It sort of feels a bit empty without your one-and-only to share them with you. Hollow.

Today I'm in one of the world's finest cities. Boston. And it goes without saying that some of the world's hunkiest men are here. Irish and Catholic and studly and sports-minded and rugged and tough and bearded. Shall I continue? So, recenter on Boston.....focus. The harbor here is stunning. New England. Nothing to the East except for the Atlantic Ocean. Lots of boats and ships and ferries plying the waterways. I sit outside, a warm summer day, and enjoy lunch with the locals. I love experiences like this one. I savor them and think of them often. I like the blue sky today, the easy breeze. But it feels like I'm wasting my time. Like I'm alone. Like I would like to share this piece of my life with someone. But, alas, he's home in Portland today and about to jet northward to Anchorage tonight. The mileage difference between Boston and Anchorage is 3328 statute miles, 4714 kilometers. That's just too far.

I've been around the world. 30-some-odd countries. Nearly all 50 states. Over and over. Maybe 20 trips to Europe. Asia. Up and down the West Coast of the US more than I care to chat about. I've seen things that others never will. And I'm thankful for all of those memories. And another funny thing is that I actually do enjoy being alone. A lot. In fact, sometimes I crave alone time as much as together time. But today, like many days as I age, I want to be in my perfectly-sized 876 square foot condominium. With LoverBoy, Pooch, laptop, nice kitchen, comfortable patio, clean sheets on the bed, homemade iced tea in the refrigerator, and safe. Quiet. No nonsense. That's what I seem to be craving more and more.

9 comments:

Blair said...

It's not too often that you bring tears to my eyes however I am now in need of a Kleenex or two. Thanks. I feel the same way. It just isn't the same unless we are in it together, whether it be here or there or anywhere. I love you.

Nick UK said...

Sounds like a good way to be

Dave2 said...

I so hear that.

I just canceled most of my August's travel just so I can stay home and BE for a while.

Anne said...

but brother, everytime you're home relaxing for very long you get "ants in your pants"! :-)

Rick said...

Ah, I wish I could have met you for lunch...had the day off or something. Where did you stay?

Thanks for the compliments on Boston! Yes, we are very good looking. : )

Lemuel said...

Boston *is* a neat city! Make sure you go to the Market Place near Government Place! Our younger son went to BU and we always took an extra day or two when we dropped him off at the beginning of a semester to take in some of the town.

Your post reminded me of my trip to Germany and Switzerland in 1971 on which my then fiancee could not go. On a Saturday night I walked the streets and romantic bridges of Luzern alone. Your word is a good description: hollow.

tornwordo said...

Your years are beginning to show. As are mine.

Will said...

Be it ever so humble, there's no place like . . .

Of course you want to be with Blair and Mason -- having met them there's no question in my mind why.

Alan Bennett Ilagan said...

I love this post - and can completely relate to it. No matter how nice the hotel I'm staying at and no matter how exciting the city, there has yet to be a bed that even comes close to my own.