Halfway solitude

Loneliness, solitude, isolation, seclusion, ...

All these words crossed my mind as we were and are in the middle of our long journey today, and far away from home, wherever we call home.
Whether it is West Orange NJ, Napa CA, Sao Paulo, Brazil, Antwerp Belgium, we are very far away from all these places.

When an animal leaves the nest, a certain amount of stress or nervousness settles in, along with awareness of potential dangers and fear of unknowns. As humans, we cannot differentiate ourselves from this, and we also carry some discomfort from leaping into the unknown or from leaving the comfort of the everyday home.

I think another post touched on this subject too. Are we afraid? Or are we confident and secure? From instinct point-of-view, we are certainly afraid. It causes stress and other (normal or) abnormal attitudes.

Anyway, when I overcome my instinct, and rely on logic or on emotion, I conclude that I have many things I love with me.
My wife is with me, and wherever I go, as long as she is with me, I can easily call it my home. I sometimes wish more people I love would be with me to join the trip, and to share this wonderful (but somehow frightening) experience.

The greyhounds seem to think similar, and consider Alexandra and I part of their secure environment. As long as we are near, they seem to feel fine and relaxed, whether it is in the car or in the hotel. But as soon as one of us steps away, they get nervous and stressed. What do they consider their home?????