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Travel makes you appreciate the rest of the world more

What am I saying?

The title should really say travel makes you appreciate home more!

I left for my month-long vacation with a side-thought not far from my mind: would I like to request a transfer to work in any of the places I visited. It was an interesting way to travel - not only was I checking out the regular tourist sites, I thought about the pros and cons of various places.

While my internal jury is still out on where I'd like to end up, I found that I was looking at all the places I visited with a different sort of critical eye. Did a zany transport system and eclectic street life appeal to me?

How much insanity could I tolerate?

And perhaps most importantly, was I really getting a fair and accurate picture of cities with a visit that only lasted a couple of days?

No doubt I only got part of the picture - a fact which was reinforced by meeting a friend who had just transferred over to a European office. There were yet more issues that I had never even thought of that came up - the bureacracy you deal with when showing up for work in a foreign country can be ridiculously complicated, so you have to plan for various contingencies.

All those details aside, two overarching ideas stayed in my mind.

First, I need to figure out whether I simply like travelling once in a while or whether I really want to be posted abroad for an extended commitment? I'm still leaning towards a posting, but the decision is, if anything, even trickier now.

Second, looking at the other towns - their smells and aromas, their pretty parks or abject lack of green space - made me appreciate home so much more. You may think the grass is greener on the other side, but our lawn is literally the greenest I saw anywhere.

The warm welcome I got back in the office from simply everyone I ran into made me glad to be back. As strange as it sounds, I was happy to be back in the office, even if it meant digging through 300 e-mails that had piled up while I was away.

Free toilets in public areas, trees and grass everywhere, a public transit system that, although simple is nevertheless rather super easy-to-understand - and full of escalators, thank goodness!

It's good to be home.

Comments

scoutmom said:

So what you're saying is "Oh Auntie Em, there's no place like home!"

Sometimes I think that's the nicest part of going somewhere - coming back home again!
# May 29, 2007 8:00 AM

Fluffy Cow said:

Yeah, but then you need a vacation from your vacation!!
# May 29, 2007 12:09 PM

madrigalia said:

Awwww! Let's get all TorStar-celebratory now! You belong here, Krupo!

I'm sure you're keeping this in mind, but it's prudent to live abroad, etc., before responsibilities at home tie you down. Such as... a cat. Cats make travel impossible. I base 80% of my life decisions on the well-being of my cat. I'm not moving anywhere anytime soon. You know.

# May 29, 2007 8:34 PM

Krupo said:

LOL, funny that you mention the cat. A fish put into special care for the duration of the trip was retrieved today. ;)

It's funny about being glad to be home. Last time I returned from my long adventure abroad I was kind of disillusioned with home. This time, the disillusionment is instead directed towards stuffy quarters abroad.

Perhaps it's a mental pendulum-swing sort of thing, I don't know.

I have considered how good it is to travel when you're young and free - I spoke with some senior-types at work and asked if they had done any trips to Europe - one mentioned that trips had occurred in youth, but children (read: uber-cats) have a way of putting a brake on that for most people.
# May 29, 2007 9:56 PM