Photo: renjith krishnan

I read a quote the other day by Chinese writer, Lin Yutang:

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.”

That pretty much summed up how I have felt upon my return to Sitka.

Perhaps it was the deep pitching of the ferry on windy waters.

Or maybe the influence of a whole load of goodies packed into my new Subaru prickled my brain. But for the first time ever, I was antsy for the ferry ride to be over. Eager to be….HOME!

What was this strange feeling, and who stole my wanderlust?

I certainly did not have an awful seven weeks on the road (and water). I had an amazing trip across 10 states and British Columbia. I explored a new-to-me chunk of the country (New England) and shared brews with friends I hadn’t seen in far too long.

What I didn’t do (minus a few beautiful days on Kauai) was relax. I bustled around, shipping myself here and there like a sack o’ salmon, and I realize now that some decompress time between intense summer work and ambitious fall travel might have been a good idea.

That schedule did, however, help me appreciate my home base. I’m very grateful to have my life, the people in it, the opportunities I’ve worked for and for this new development. A nest. A home I have been in over a year now in a town where I’ve spent much of the last three years. A place I feel comfortable and content.

And really – who wouldn’t be thrilled to come home to this place?

This view is not quite as impressive during the current 16-hours of night.

* These feelings could just mean I am now old and boring and that I have a life of darning socks and scrubbing baseboards to look forward to.

** Did you see those American Airlines deals to Europe yesterday?! Oh. Wait. I found my wanderlust!