Published on August 15th, 20115
Surreal Reflections Upon Reentry
Turns out that dumping all my “stuff” unearths some interesting bits of nostalgia. Given that I’m dismantling all my worldly possession here, today I faced the decidedly tedious task of pawing through my 2 drawer filing cabinet, stuffed with all manner of ancient history of my life.
One such bit that emerged is a yellowed note card from “Meegan Services, J.F. Kennedy International Airport” with a notation about a reservation for a room at the “President” hotel (at a rate of a mere $30!) Given the date of the reservation, the card could only be from the day my two young daughters and I returned to the States from our many adventures in Europe. I never used the hotel reservation, and instead booked the three of us on a Greyhound bus to Chicago the same day we arrived at JFK (so my folks could lay eyes on their precious granddaughters that I’d dragged around Europe for 8 months.)
On the back of the reservation I’d apparently scribbled myself a note. From the tone of it, I must have written it whilst cramped in a bus seat whizzing through the night towards the Midwest.
Now I’ve done a lot of travelin’ since those days, and each time I’ve returned home I again feel that same giddiness with reliably hot showers, the bliss of being understood when I speak, and yes – the utter genius of a contraption that spits out paper towels!
I’m sure many of we wanderlusts can relate to the surreal feelings of reentry.
How ’bout you – have you ever gazed in awe at a towel dispenser in your home country after wandering amid far away places for a spell?