Wanderlust

Another phone, another day.

Wrote on the 11 November 2023
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It was already dark outside, my gaze was directed towards the sky above me as the lights from the stars were shinning like small disco balls. As I changed the direction I was looking I saw that right ahead of me is the place I would call my home, the airport. The airport was like a diamond shinning through the dark night, helping it in looking like Manhattan instead of the shit place it probably is. The place was surrounded by abandoned shops and buildings that was halfway build but looked like they were never set to finish. I looked down towards my hand and I couldn't help the smile that creeped towards my face as I saw my pink backpack, ready to be my home for the next 6 months while backpacking. The sigh that left my lips were filled with relief as I realized that I would be on the other side of the world tomorrow, ready to create my own life.
As I walked through the airport the welcoming feeling of happiness and dopamine had its affect on me. The people around me were rushing through the airport with the biggest smiles on their faces or taking there times sitting in cafe shops, talking, laughing or working. The normalized rushed feeling was changed out with the relaxing atmosphere. The dreamy atmosphere where everywhere, the lights were shinning more, people were smiling more and it was as the airplanes were talking to me and wishing me the best trip. The shops around the airport were filled with cute clothes, coffee shops and the airport was filled the delicious smell of newly baked, I couldn't help but smile as I realized that I will be here for the next couple of hours. 

The definition of Home for me have always been a wonder and it has a;ways been so curious to find out what other people defined they're home. So after about 14 years of wondering, question and even sometimes interviews, I think I have found my definition of home, the airport. The googled definitions was almost even more confusing then in my head. There are definition of homes for institutions, permeant residence and animals. But maybe I have always been on the animals side, because that definition is the one that stuck with me. The definition is:"Where your instinct guides you" and that perspective have been with me ever since. My instinct, my heart and brain( they sometimes work together) have been maybe for the only or first time in agreement, that my home is the world and therefore I have been so blessed that I have to a fly to my living room. And that was one of the million reasons why I was so excited to enter the plane. And as I was standing there the rush of knowing that I would be on the other side of the world in 10 hours started the adrenaline process in my body. It was like it was fleeing through my body adapting itself like an organ my body had needed.