The Exit Strategy

‘Home is where the heart is,’ ‘home is where I put my backpack,’ if there’s anything that defines being a nomad, it’s this: the ability to make any place a home, no matter where, when, or how. It isn’t the copious amounts of epic experiences we’ve collected over the years, the sights we’ve seen, or the bragging rights for the longest flight taken without entertainment. Being a nomad means that you won’t always have a comfortable place to sleep, that you can throw privacy out the window, and that you’ll often sacrifice a good bed for a cheaper deal. But, no matter what, we can use what we have to turn wherever we are into a temporary place to call home.

I recently read a post saying that once you’ve travelled long-term, you’ve accepted that nowhere will ever truly feel like home. To a lot of people, that might sound scary, but for me, it sounds like a comfort, and I’m guessing that if you’re still reading, it’s a comfort for you too. There’s an exciting beauty in not knowing where you’ll lay your head next, that you could be sleeping in a new friend’s villa or a cozy little hostel on the edge of the city. Being resilient and adaptable is something to be proud of, and really, it’s something you can only learn by doing what we do best: surrendering to the unknown, embracing the discomfort, and simply being lost.