Home and the world. I read a novel by that title a long time ago. What I want to say has nothing to do with the novel. But I love the title. It divides everything into two neat categories. One that is familiar and the rest of it. One that is mine and one that is not. But one gets its sanctity from the other.
That’s why I like to travel. To reach out to the other. To really know what I have and that which I don’t.
I love the unfamiliar. I love uprooting once in a while and spreading my wings. Not to abandon my nest but to see how others build theirs. Do they use the twigs differently? Do they choose a different branch? Does it make a difference?
Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t. But I’d like to know. And I will find out.
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An interesting read...
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the title too! :)