Good evening. I’m writing from the opulent luxury of my parents’ home! But the luxury doesn’t come from central heating, a hot shower, or a well-stocked fridge (although these things are most enticing). No, the true luxury is the feeling of having a permanent base to come back to, something I haven’t had for almost 18 months.
Travel is often a compromise — it takes time to settle into the flow of constant movement, from one set of surroundings and people to another, the same daily routine of goodbyes and hellos in return for a constantly varied cultural experience. Now, I know I’ll be coming back to sleep in the same bed every night, eating breakfast at the same table, and that’s a comfort that can’t be replicated anywhere other than your own home, wherever it is and however luxurious it may be.