I have always tried to write a travel blog about travel and not too much about me. I wanted to share places and people that I have met in the hopes you might enjoy and experience the things I have had a privilege of seeing.
I didn’t want a blog about what I had done for the day, or my dog or my job. I wanted to stay detached and just write about travel.
I have a confession.
I miss home. Right now I am in Texas, my permanent address you could say. But I miss home. You see I spent 20 years in the military and I traveled for both pleasure and business. After retiring I went to work doing various jobs but was never happy. In 2004 I started working contracting jobs overseas which allowed me to see the world and travel quite a bit again. I have been doing that ever since. Currently I am in between contracts and the new one doesn’t start for another month or so. I feel lost. I know, sounds weird huh?
You see have two personalities. One sends me around the world in some fairly remote and sometimes dangerous places where I have seen a lot of things most will never see. The second allows me to travel to some great places, unwind and experience people and places that again most people will never see. When I am back in Texas I feel lost, not at home, uneasy if you will.
Crazy as it sounds I feel most at home when I am away from home. Whether it is living in what some would call desolate and minimal conditions or traveling and spending time in a new place every week or two.
The last time I felt like this was when I was stuck in a job that paid very well but I just wasn’t happy. I left a six figure job to take one that paid half as much but made me happy. Then one day in 2004 I saw an ad for a position in what you might call a hostile location. I sent a resume and 3 weeks later I was in a strange land where I worked all the time but had lots of time off also.
I used my time off to travel again. Something I had not done much of since being in the military. Since 2004 I have been working in remote places and at times have endured hostile actions. Without getting into politics I felt at home. Back with my kind. The military that I grew up with and understood.
I have seen and been in the middle of carnage and loss of life. Maybe that is one of the reasons I travel. I find peace in the remote island, the laid back lifestyle and the normal of everyday living. It is a complete contrast to what I have done for so many years and now it is a total and separate life for me.
That is one of the reasons I always tell people to get off the tourist path and meet the people, embrace the culture and immerse yourself in the location as much as possible.
When I do get “back home” I find after a few weeks I feel the longing to get back to my two personalities of living and working with those who selflessly serve others and to travel.
One day maybe I will satisfy the need to be with those I admire and respect and do nothing but travel.