Ahh. Home. After being away at school for a long time, it is always nice to come home to my house, my family and my bed. I like the familiarity, the memories, and the comfort of home and I will really miss it when I move out (eventually!). If I could have it my way, the house would always stay in the family and never change but, unless I want to make that happen and live there myself, that will most likely not happen. But no worries--there will always be another Home!

Whoops! This sort of overlaps with the I like packing post. Oh well. I love to travel. There are so many places I want to go and so many things I want to see so traveling is how I do that (obviously!). I bring a small suitcase of things from my life and then transport myself into a whole new world. Sometimes I'm just visiting (mentally and physically) and sometimes I have already chosen to come back and live in the place I am only visiting.

Place is very closely tied to self for me. One place creates a different person than another place and that applies to one body as well: I am not the same person living in at home that I am living in Alaska. Traveling, then, makes me feel like the world is full of endless possibilities, endless lives that I could have. This is both overwhelming and invigorating. I could visit anywhere I wanted. I could be one of gazillion different Margo's if I only changed my location. While knowing that I will have to choose one (or at least only a few) of the possibilities in the end is somewhat depressing, knowing that I can choose and experience multiple versions of myself is the sort of inspiration and curiosity I need in life.