As you may have gathered, I like to travel (understatement noted). And because I love it so much, I spend a fair bit of time thinking about it - pondering places I've been, dreaming of places I'd like to go.
Travelling - the anticipation, the planning, the experience, the memory of it - makes me feel really and truly alive.
But lately I've been thinking there's a danger lurking there. That feting travel too lavishly, that wanting the next adventure rush too badly, can actually steal the joy of the present. It can make you blind to the amazingness of the place where you are, right now and every day. Home.
And you know what? Where I live is absolutely awesome. It's the kind of place that other people dream about travelling to.
So this week, I'm going to remember to celebrate where I live and the people who make it what it is. And next week? Well, it depends what flight sales land in my inbox - but I'll try.
Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. - Theodore Roosevelt