Home at the time: None, really. Between Pittsburg (grad school) and Denver (new job).
Traveled to: China (including the interior), Hong Kong (was still separate then), Thailand (including the north) and India.
This was the farthest physically that I’ve traveled from my home.
In terms of farthest conceptually/emotionally, I’d have to say chartering a plane to fly us (family) into a remote dirt airstrip in the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania in 1994 for a walking safari and “fly camping”. This basically means sleeping on a river bank in a sleeping bag with mosquito net over you and a lantern on a stick beside you so you don’t get trampled in the night. Then you wake up in the AM with elephant tracks, etc. going right past you. Absolutely magical.
The hard part was, left camp on a Saturday morning, flew to Dar Es Salaam, then to Nairobi, then London, Chicago, Denver. Took 1.5 days of solid travel to get home and on Monday morning I was stuck in the commuter traffic on my way back to my “high-tech” job. 48 hours earlier I’d been sleeping
in the wilds of East Africa. Very disconcerting. Felt like I’d traveled about a million miles (and a couple centuries to boot!). But also part of why I like traveling so much. (Gee, can you tell?)