The Horizon

I have seen the Distant Shore.

I have felt the foreign air press against my face as the breeze tousled my hair; the smell of exotic food, spices and other aromas playing in my nostrils.
I have heard the song of another language and have felt the earth and sea alike swell beneath my feet as the new and old together present for me new vistas and experiences.
There is no culture I have not witnessed, no cuisine I have not sampled.
I have climbed mountains in the storm and walked in valleys to wide too see across, save for the peaks of the surrounding mountains.
The deep blue ocean and the ankle-deep stream and the desert also, I have wandered.

Still, I am unsatisfied.

I lived the settled life. The farm, the house, the apartment. They proved temporary.
I held the steady job. The factory, the forestry, the office. They proved temporary.
I had the favourite pub, where everybody knew my name. They gossiped, the owner died and the place is now a strip mall.
I have some very old friends. Half have moved elsewhere, the rest are still here. I have the addresses of all of them.
I have some new friends. It is refreshing to meet new people and hear their stories.

I am ready to go.

The only constants to my happiness have been God, friends and the horizon.
I can reach god and friends from anywhere. God through prayer, friends through letters, phone calls and emails.
I hear the stories of new friends and want to go where they're from, see the places they describe and meet the people they talk about.
I dream of far away places and can smell the aromas of distant lands.
The place I long for most is home. A paradise island in the middle of the ocean named Guahan(Guam). A place surrounded by horizon.
The horizon calls. It's been calling me.
It's calling me home.
I am going home