Between here and there

So, here I am in Madrid, Barajas, with 5 hours to kill before my plane to Lima departs. Transit land. No man's land.

Sometimes I wonder why I just don't chose the easy way out and stay at home. Although this is the third time that I set out to the other side of the planet for an extended period of time it never really gets easier. I hate goodbyes. I hate having to leave my friends and family. I hate not being able to be with the people I love.

Often I feel torn between several places, wishing I could be everywhere at once. In Sweden I have this urge to travel and miss friends that are spread out over the world. When I am away I miss my friends and family in Sweden, although I must admit that I've always felt that it is worthwhile to go.

But here, in transit land, I am neither here nor there.