is when I am away from ‘home.’ In fact, for me, it’s hard to say where home really is. I have fallen in love with too many places throughout my travels and have made an ever so growing list of locations I could see myself living for at least a time. Nothing makes me feel more at home than being out on the open road, exploring some new part of America or another country, taking detours and exits through unexplored towns and cities.
It makes sense why the nomadic lifestyle has so much appeal. With Jack Kerouac and Alexander Supertramp as convincing guides, a secure future really is the most dangerous thing to the adventurous spirit. I try to remind myself of this every time I think about the future and it actually encourages me to know that if I had a totally secure set-in-stone future, how miserable and unfulfilled that would be. What is life without some kind of epic story of struggle, discovery, love, loss, defeat, triumph, redemption? Continue reading “where i feel most at home” »