An early morning drive towards the airport once more makes anyone turn up the radio:
"I'm coming home, I'm coming home,
Tell the world, I'm coming home,
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday..."
A plundering in ones mind 7.30 in the morning is a sure wake up call trying to figure out what I've actually been up to the last few months and how this particular song seems odd.
While the hypnotizing words of Skylar Grey echoes in my empty and very tired mind, I vividly realize the irony of the lyrics and how accurately misplaced they are in my existence.
I'm not coming to a definite 'home' any time soon. Still I'm coming home every day, regardless where that home physically exists. As long as there are people I can care about, I'm home.
During the last two months I've logged on from about 65 different places from two continents. Everything I can imagine needing anywhere fits in a backpack and weighs about 10kg. You go "Ha! Bullshit!". But alas! It's true. Once a very wise man by the name of Bill Moore gave us a lecture about business ethics and ethics in general. In his lecture he told us about traveling light and only packing the absolute necessities like hygiene products and clean underwear and a few shirts.
"You can always get new clothes from wherever you're going to. If you can, leave some of the clothes to the ones that really needs them." Now I'm not referring to the maniac shopping frenzy that most girls go on (sorry for generalizing), but a sophisticated observation of "oh, I've got a hole in my trousers, I need new ones". The ones with a hole doesn't necessarily have to go to the bin either. If you find a person who doesn't seem to be doing as well as you do, I'm pretty sure he or she doesn't mind a little hole in a pair of otherwise clean pants.
I still find people amusing who bring almost everything they own (cloth wise) on a one week holiday, even a week-end holiday having excessive weight way over the limits. Can you imagine the feeling of Christmas Eve for homeless blokes if these people would give away all their belongings?
If you're able to adapt in any environment, you will most definitely be doing it with as little material as possible. How many will pick you up as a hitch hiker if you have three huge bags with you compared to somebody with only one backpack?
The pursue of having your home wherever you go does inevitably sound like being a bum, but if you can handle a life without a personal TV, your own Playstation and still making a living on the road, you'll definitely feel good about yourself.
The real deal about feeling home wherever you go to are friendly people who are as open minded as you are. How to make friends? Everybody wants to be friends with you, you just have to smile at them and say "hello" in whichever language you can. A smile can take you a long way in this world. Something substantial to say added to a smile doesn't hurt either.
So why am I opening myself about this? I hear many people who're talking about "doing that travel" and "I want to travel". Then do it. It's incredible.
I chose to do this, I chose this way of living, so the next time I hear P Diddy and Skylar Grey singing "I'm coming home", I'll just sing along.
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