When we travel, we are open to whatever experience is revealed to us. In fact, we expect to see and to notice new or surprising or beautiful things. We are, in some respects, at the mercy of strangers. We are in unfamiliar circumstances and so rely on others to provide us with a fork or to give us directions or to tell us what time the museum opens. We are open to the people and circumstances that surround us.
When we get home, we are often not as open. We lose the sense of wonderment and awe. We put our headphones in on the tram and stare at our smart phone screens. We don’t allow the unfolding.
If we can remain travellers while we are stationary, there is joy in that.