Less about a place

Traveling is getting to the point where I feel myself opening up, past the discomfort of a stretch, and into the realm of flexibility. I feel insecurities lift, and hopes waft into the sky. Ten days ago, as I was slated to leave Italy and land in Croatia, I found myself discussing coming "home" with another traveler. She had been traveling about the same length of time, and we both were experiencing the feeling of simultaneous comfort and discomfort at a longing to be in the familiar.  The difference, I guess, is that she had to return to get back to work, and I do not.
I explained to her then, and still feel that although part of me feels "ready" to return, I am also equally curious as to what lies for me on the other side of this feeling. If I continue on through this phase of slight discomfort, what will I feel on the other side? Will there been an even bigger opening in my heart that allows life to move through me? I feel kinder, more relaxed and more open these days than I have in months, maybe years. I feel like little details of my travels are what signal to me that I am on the right path - whatever that may be.
Details like traveling through Barcelona, I heard the Moonlight Sonata blasting through the metro tunnel. I love that song, in it's heavy, moody soulful repetition. Hearing the violinists playing outside of the leaning tower of Pisa a quartet variation of La Vien Rose. Also a song I love. Even tonight, walking to dinner at a restaurant I felt compelled to enter, no sooner do I step inside than the clouds release a FLOOD of rain. My umbrella was in my hotel room... and no sooner do I pay the bill and the rain dwindles long enough for me to walk back to my hotel.
An inspirational person in my life once mentioned that everything happens FOR you, not TO you, and I feel this every day. As long as I feel it, I see it, and I keep being pulled into the direction which keeps me on track to my goal.