Limbo

Strange feeling. We had packed everything and left the house. In the taxi on the way to the airport, I was overwhelmed by the the feeling that this departure was different. All right: as usual when I'm travelling, I'm leaving something behind. But this one is different. I lack the sense of a home base. What's home and what's out? Up or down? We are leaving a place that is going to be someone elses home for the months to come. And the destination is someone elses home that is going to be ours for a long time. Emotionally there is this dimension that all of a sudden is devoid of gravity. Wonder if I felt the same way when I left my parents home - and the Faroes - twenty-three years ago.