I’m leaving this afternoon to go to a graduation in
Bristol, RI. This overnight trip has me
wondering why I resist leaving home. The
first reason that has come to me is Michael.
I am so lost without him. He was
my compass on earth. I am lost when
outside of my known area. I didn’t
realize how much I needed him in this area, until it was too late. He was so patient as I struggled to find my
way. I also do not have a strong desire to “see other places.” I feel like an intruder as a tourist. I read about the areas of the world that are
interesting to me and that takes care of my curiosity. I would much rather explore the recesses of
my mind. And I can do that from the
comfort of my own living room. But then
I wonder if those reasons are rationalizations for not moving out of my comfort
zone. Do I expand my horizons by seeing
other geographical areas with my own eyes? Can I experience it more fully as I stand in
front of the Great Pyramids or the Grand Canyon? Certainly so, however, is it
worth the first hand experience in light of my other convictions?
