I can’t remember when it happened, but at some point in the past I settled on a few beliefs and values and they’ve stuck ever since. I think most people are like this, we hold an opinion about something and we never want to waver from it. The longer we hold that opinion, the less it becomes an opinion and the more it becomes a part of us. That belief makes us us. We can never waver from that opinion, otherwise it’ll put our entire identity into disrepute. Continue reading Children, Marriage and Saying “I Love You”
To a first time adventurer, crossing a border can be an exciting prospect. You get a new stamp in your passport. A first taste of a new place.
Imagine, somehow, that you’ve avoided looking in the mirror for 4 years. Then one day you look.
After almost 4 years of travel, last week I returned to England, possibly for good.
The feeling is bittersweet. In many ways, it’s the end of an era.
We’ve all been there. Graduating from high school, or university. Leaving a job we’ve worked for years. Times in our life where we have to transition from one way of living to another. Continue reading Returning Home After Travelling
If you so much as stood on an airplane 50 years ago, you’d probably made it in some way. You could afford the luxury of air travel and that meant something. You had status. But for most, travel was a fantasy – something that people did in books or the National Geographic.
I’m eating dinner when the thought occurs to me that somewhere in the world another person is dying of hunger. Soon I’m overcome with guilt.
Most often I try to push these thoughts from my mind. Those people dying of hunger are so far away that we’re disconnected. The fact I’m eating dinner has nothing to do with the fact they don’t have any. It’s not my fault and there’s nothing I can do.
As soon as the thought has arrived, my brain gets distracted and it’s all forgotten about. Continue reading First World Guilt
After a few weeks in a country, the food starts to seem a little less tasty, the land a little less mysterious. We would be comfortable sitting by a pool all day reading a book, letting the rest of our time slip away into idleness. But our comfort is tinged with guilt.