The Comfort of Home

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Traveling is great, really. I’ve always enjoyed it immensely. However, up until now, I never realized just how nice it is to come home. Perhaps something has changed in me, or maybe I just feel like I’m finally at home. I’ve been gone for months at a time before. I’ve traveled for over a month all over Europe, slept in many beds, lived in Europe for a few months, gone to Romania for entire summers, so it’s really not the first time that I’ve been gone from home for over a month traveling to different places. Yet, whenever I used to travel before, I never got home sick. I never felt the need to be back home, to be amongst my surroundings. I never felt the need for the known – the unknown was perfectly fine with me, even exciting.

I was in a way surprised to find that this time around it was quite different. I searched for the answer within myself, but I’m afraid I couldn’t find it. It’s not that I didn’t have a great time, it’s not that I now have a better living environment – I’m not more attached to my apartment here in Tbilisi than I was to any other apartments I’ve lived in. So what has changed? I’ve come to the conclusion that this is just part of growing up. As we grow older – or let’s say, mature – we develop a sense of routine, if not an actual routine. We get accustomed to the place we live in and we view it with much importance – the way it looks, the way it holds up. We work towards making it our area of retreat, our area of relaxation, our area where we can be ourselves.

As young adults, I think we’re more careless and have much less of an attachment to such things. Our values are yet to be formed, and thus, we go along with the flow and are much easier to please, in many ways. Our home is wherever our parents are, and for most young teenagers and young adults who live with parents, that doesn’t necessarily mean a place of privacy, a place of retreat. Perhaps this doesn’t allow the same bond to form, that would otherwise form between one and his private retreat. I suppose this is not always the case, but I think it is the case for quite the majority.

Either way, I believe that’s what distinguished this time from all the previous times for me. Upon arriving in Tbilisi, I felt such joy that I nearly bounced out of my window seat on the Ukrainian Airlines flight, before actually landing. I loved hearing the Georgian language, even though, once again, I understood nothing. It was a nice change, being in the UK and Romanian, where I could communicate with people without having to resort to making weird bodily movements or sounds to express what I want. I was overjoyed by the sight of the crazy TV Tower gracing Tbilisi with it’s spurts of light throughout the whole night. I was even more excited by the sight of the Taxi drivers. Upon walking out of the Airport, I asked (please note that I asked, not they asked – in Kiev they bounce on you as if they are hungry wolves and you are a foreign looking object – with blond hair) for a taxi and the first in line took me home. I was ever so happy that I tried to speak my very little – or rather, non existing – Georgian, something which I hardly ever do because I’m rather shy when it comes to talking in foreign languages. My heart fluttered at overtaking the Police Car on the highway and it bounced with joy when the car horns displayed the drivers impatience. Driving between two lanes again felt good – so very good. But the best part – the best part was sleeping in my own comfortable bed, and the assurance that I’ll be sleeping on that same bed for at least a few months before sleeping on another.

And now, that I’m back, the blog will also be back. I did however decide that, although my main goal is the same, I think I’m going to execute it in a much more relaxed manner. Therefore, because Beauty Today has always made me more than a little bit anxious and ill feeling, I will stop that. Instead, I hope to be able to bring some beauty in my posts every single day, instead of just on Tuesdays. My idea when I started with it, was a good one I think, however I don’t believe I’m the right person to actually do it. I hope you can all bear with me in the next month or so as I mold this blog into what I really want it to be. I’m on the right track – just a couple of details are missing. I truly appreciate your readership, and on my embarking on this new… let’s say, minor revamp of a sort, I do welcome any opinions. What do you like about this blog? What don’t you like? What would you like to see in the future? Your opinions matter a lot.

One Response to “The Comfort of Home”

1. Raina says:

   January 20, 2010 at 13:48

   Glad to see you back home! To see you posting again here feels like – shall I say – home. I liked your description of the taxi drive – I think I would miss taxis that drive in two lanes and overtake police cars, too.

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