Tell us about the farthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
I think the term home is subjective. For some it means one particular place that they have lived most of their lives. To others it simply means a place to rest their weary head after a hard days labor. A place to kick their feet up, have a meal and watch some television.
Having that is all fine and good, but to me.. home is wherever I am the happiest. I am never happier than when I am traveling from place to place. I have taken up residence at one time or another throughout my life in almost every single state on the western half of the United States and even a few in the midwest. It was during those times on the road that I enjoyed myself more, and was at home, more than any other. I used to have this dream when I was a kid of winning the lottery,
don’t we all and using the money to buy a huge, well equipped motor coach, and just travel the world.. seeing the sights, and all that the U.S. of A has to offer. Have you ever seen the inside of one of those things? Mindblowingly awesome. Better than half the apartments/condos/houses I’ve had the misfortune to live in during my travels.
It never happened of course, but that didn’t stop me from hitting the road every few years in whatever trusty little automobile I happened to drive at the time. The furthest I ever traveled on one of these little trips was just a little over 2,100 miles. I made the trip in 3 days. I didn’t get to do much sightseeing on that particular trip. I was more in a hurry to get where I was going. I can honestly say that I have never been more exhausted after driving that far in such a short amount of time. Would I do it again?
Yes I would. 🙂