Away from home

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

“Home” is an interesting concept to me. For most people, it’s a particular place – the area they grew up, their hometown. For me, home has always been a transient thing. My parents were in the military, so we moved around a lot. Different states, different countries – I don’t have a hometown.

Even now, after settling in an area of the US, I don’t feel that this is my home in the sense that most people think of it, especially with regard to this question.

Now that I have gone off on that little tangent, back to the question at hand. I went to the Bahamas with my husband once. We went on a cruise, and had a great time, for the most part. There was one particular excursion that involved kayaking. I had never been in a kayak before, and know nothing about properly navigating or operating one. We wound up stuck in bushes, going in circles, being the last in the line of other people on the excursion. Bickering and frustration were rampant. We tell the story now and laugh, but I will never again go kayaking or board any vessel that I am in any way responsible for propelling or steering. It’s safer that way. 😝