Always home vs Never home
In late spring I had a crazily hectic bout of travel for work. It felt as though I’d been round half of Europe. At worst, I was away from home for five weeks at a time. That trip was followed by shorter trips of 3–4 days each week right up to my holidays. When I have time off, I usually either try to switch off entirely or switch on to something different. I do this when I feel as though I wouldn’t be able to relax with my mind always thinking about work.
After my intensive spring, I decided to switch on and booked a round the world trip with EuroBonus points. All 6 continents in 17 days. A solo adventure. The kind of trip that makes me think “what have I gotten myself into now?” as I head to the airport. (which, on a side note, is a boundary that is forever being moved forward).
It was a crazily cool and full on experience. I managed to get lost in Seoul, surf in Bali, invited to a horse ranch in Houston, party in New Orleans, eat ceviche with locals in Panama city, learn that someone from Bogotá who speaks English on Tinder, doesn't need to understand a word of English IRL, get stuck in the morning rush hour in Istanbul, surf a bit more and get shouted at in a record store in Casablanca.
I didn't stay long in any location but did spend the last two days in Casablanca (Morocco). By that point I was so incredibly tired of hanging out with new people and learning new things. There went my boundary, at least there and then. I longed for home.
Home – but not home
But when I finally got home, it didn't feel like being at home, a feeling I sometimes get. After a long trip, it often takes me a couple of days before I feel I really am at home. It feels a bit strange to feel at home in loads of places around the world but not at your own permanent address. This time however, I was setting off on yet another three-week journey just two days later.
At the end of those two days, when I got into a taxi to the airport, I felt as though I was going home. This rootless feeling can sometimes get me down, but on the other hand, I go crazy with cabin fever if I spend two weeks without traveling.
It's like everything else - a balancing act.
When I checked in on my round the world trip, they asked me at the check in desk “So where are you flying to today, sir?”. “Around the world,” I said. Titillating. Was very pleased with that.
Incredibly helpful and pleasant. I was traveling with a picture that was a bit too big. The pilots didn't want it in the cockpit as it was well wrapped (which feels reasonable and reassuring). The cabin crew therefore rearranged the overhead baggage, so it could have an overhead bin to itself. The A320neo is also very nice. Warm welcome to SAS.
Passport control at Oslo Gardermoen Airport
How can this have to take 40 minutes? You know when the flight is departing... Maybe a silly complaint but it cost me one flight, and when you've been up since 4am, coming home at 8.30pm or 11.30pm is a big difference.
June 08, 2018