I’ll be the first to admit the nomad lifestyle isn’t for me.
I like my home. I like my dog. I like my stuff. I like my books. I like my bed.
Every year, life goes faster. Minutes melt into days into years in the blink of an eye.
Right now I’m looking at the calendar and thinking “Didn’t summer just start?”
It did, of course. 2017 just started too.
I’m desperate to slow things down, to grab any sort of hand or foothold where I can say “ah, yes. In 2017 this happened.”
Travel is medication. I don’t really long for it, but when I take it, life changes. My brain has new things to process and see and enjoy.
I soak it all in… ahhhh.
Many things in life are meaningless and random. Travel feels different. I travel to create space. I travel to create an experience I might recall later in life (as opposed to hundreds of thousands I will not). I travel to create a memory.
And if you don’t have memories then really, what do you have?