In the bus, we feel at home. The bus is a place, where we live. We have our bed and kitchen and bathroom, we can decorate and organize, store food and clothes and books. The bus is clearly a home.
But more importantly, our family is our home. The togetherness, the love. We have a home with siblings, and parents and our adult daughter. To me, personally, it is chaos, because my mother just died, and my feeling of home in a family structure is changing.
We feel also at home in international relations. It has to do with people again. Some people, some relations, are in a special way, and with those, we feel at home. In their company. In their city. In their house. Most strongly at the moment, at our base outside Barcelona, but actually — there are many such people, people, who make us feel at home.
It is those relations and special places, we need in life, more than a special house. And also: It is worth it, having a home-feeling a bit more complicated and changing, than to stay in one place, the full time traveling is worth its price.
The key point: Let go of what is holding you back.
The home feeling, the slow traveling, the important relations – did we figure it out? No. We do not have a solid plan and perfect explanations as to how this all makes sense. We have the urge to travel more, and the clear experience: This is wonderful, this is more, yet less, this is right and important and interesting. Are we making memories? Yes, sure. We are. But mostly: We are living. To the fullest and together, and we are ready to let go of whatever we need to let go of in order to stay in the present moment, in our love and in the clear and focused presence. To us, for the moment, traveling is the right basic choice.
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Nota Bene – after the main text, I share photos and mini-stories from the past week in the gallery.