I no longer wish to be a nomad…
As a freelancer, one has the freedom to go anywhere to work, play and live. The trips appear exotic and exciting. Perhaps those who are rooted to their jobs or life situation find envy rising up like a hot steam when stories of travel unravel into conversation. There is something romantic and tantalizingly dangerous about constantly being on the move.
Yet, I have to break it to you all. Traveling like a nomad is not all it’s cracked up to be.
You must become adept at precisely planning which tools, clothing or important belongings must be taken, shed or left behind. You are highly dependent on the kindness of friends and sometimes strangers to offer you a place to rest. You must carry all of your baggage up stairs, down hills and across nations. Your nourishment is rarely determined by your own hand.
Purely negative is not what I wish to be regarding this way of life. I lived it for a good number of years. I loved every moment, even the dispicably difficult ones. Being location independent served my purposes extremely well. I was at a place where I wanted to explore the world. Prove to myself I could do it on my own. Push the boundaries of my physical presence.
But now I wish to root vertically instead of spread my life essence horizontally. I want to cultivate space and effect change more intensely and with focused design. I choose to watch the scenery change around me in subtle shifts as I stand still.
I admire and honor those who choose a path of everpresent mobility. And sit in awe when they fly past. And thank every moment that I can be content in the very spot I have chosen.