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I now have been traveling about 8 months now. My perception on life have certainly changed in terms of what "home" is.

Home is familiarity

Home is familiarity. When growing up home meant my family. When in college, home meant friends. And when I moved to the city, home meant a location. But now I'm finding home truly means familiarity. This is a more generalized version of home, and as a traveler I can appreciate it more.

In the famous words of Sheldon Cooper, "In an ever-changing world it is a single point of consistency. If my life were expressed as a function on a four-dimensional Cartesian coordinate system, that spot, at the moment I first sat on it, would be (0,0,0,0)." Consistency = familiarity.

Consistency = familiarity

Now, I am not saying anyone's definition of home is wrong, I'm justing that home is being defined as a more general term for me as my years progress to allow for "consistency" in my life.

Home means familiarity for me because I no longer feel "comfortable in my skin" in my apartment, in my city, around my friends, or around my family. Home is where you are content with life. It's where you are accepting of your life, or at least some aspect of it.

For travelers home is the road. Hotels, flights, rental cars, bars, restaurants, local attractions, and most importantly, consistency. Staying at similar hotels, flights, cars, and bar and restaurant types is what brings that consistency. For me, home would be defined:

And if I find a live bar with wifi, life is perfect

Then flying united while enjoying the United clubs, resting at Marriotts and Hyatt hotels while running directly after work. For fun going out to local Jazz clubs or country bars. And if I find a live bar with wifi, life is perfect. Then collapsing at my null apartment all weekend in preparation for the next wild week.

This is the traveling life,
I came, I saw, I travel.


Note: This blog is merely defining home for me. In no way does this explain that I do not get happiness from friends and family. I love that part about my life. To be able to see family and friends is a special treat for me as a traveler. They are the reason I keep traveling, to see them all around the US.

Don't break rule #1

I have a very strict rule when traveling, it's called "The #1":

Don't go hang out in your room unless you are going to bed.

This rule keeps me sane. This rule allows me as a traveler to more/less "tolerate" my lifestyle. I absolutely love my job and my company, but the traveling part can be difficult at times if you cannot manage it. This rule allows me to manage that.. No matter how nice your hotel is, how many channels you have, free room service, or even high speed internet, DO NOT break rule #1.

Unfortunately, like all humans, I am not infallible and broke this rule my first night in Denver at the Hyatt this week. Let me tell you, depression set in, loneliness was my best friend, and I couldn't get motivated to do anything. Even when I finally made it down to the gym I couldn't get motivated to run more than 1 mile (I usually run 3+ miles).  To say the least the only thing I felt like I could do to take the pain away was go to sleep, but even that evaded me that night.

The lesson? Don't break rule #1

Traveling requires an extreme schedule. Lots of planning, but in the midst of that planning, there needs to be comfort. Relaxation. A sense of home. Most important, a sense of normalcy. Staying in your room can bring on the feeling of being trapped, loneliness, and depression. Don't travel because you have to, travel because you want to. In order to make that change you have to LIVE that "traveling" life. 

Staying in your room can bring on the feeling of being trapped, loneliness, and depression.

You're required to be on the clock for 8 hours when traveling (hopefully). The rest is up to you. If you decide you HAVE to be there and there isn't an escape, you will hate it. BUT if you embrace traveling, come up with a strict routine, enjoy the company of strangers, and "Don't go hang out in your room unless you are going to bed"; traveling will be enjoyable.

You are in a new place, if you have to be there, embrace it.

I came I saw, I travel.

Meeting People

One of the perks of traveling is meeting people. Sometimes you meet the most interesting people at your hotel. People are there for travel, leisure, luxury, modeling, and who knows what else. I have met a guy who was a hard core republican, another guy who travels 90% of his life, and every once in a while you met a special few girls that travel 1/3 of the year, to the same place and same hotel.

These two wonderful women met at the hotel bar, not by chance, but by the bar tenders. Every time they came to the Hyatt Magnificent Mile they would sit at the bar and drink alone. The bar tender noticed this and introduced the two ladies. Since then, they have been best friends at the Hyatt when they travel.

Can you imagine? Every single week traveling to the exact same location, to the same hotel, and the same bar tender? Crazy. Never the less, these ladies taught me something about traveling. When you're a professional traveler, you aren't on vacation, you aren't visiting, and you most definitely aren't foreign..... you are home. When you travel a lot, you have to accept that this is your life. Meaning, no matter how hectic, you have to come up with routines, normalities, and make friends. As crazy as these two women were, they taught me that "life" is not a location, people, or even experiences-- It's YOU. This thought is not in a selfish way, rather; it's a different way to look at how to become happy with the cards that life has given you.

Traveling is my life. I came, I saw, I travel.