One thing I've noticed about travelling alone is that you can spend hours without uttering a single sound. I often find myself reflecting on the bigger picture during those very long periods of self-imposed silence. My mind often drifts the thousands of miles back home, trying - unsuccessfully - to bridge the gap and stay close to those who truly matter.I often wonder if it's worth it.
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in seeing with new eyes."Marcel Proust
Your turn: How do you view the world differently when you're far from the place you call home? Does being away from all that matters prompt a redefinition of the term "home"? What is "home" to you, anyway?