The Call of the Wanderer
There's a certain kind of magic that comes with the first light of dawn. As the sun peeks over the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, I find myself standing at the edge of the world, staring out into the vast, expansive sea. It's in these quiet moments of solitude that I can't help but wonder, "What's next?"
Here I am, on a tiny fishing island where the biggest event of the day might just be watching the sun dip below the horizon, and I am completely content. For me, traveling isn’t about the hustle or the next big thrill. It's about the slow-paced days I crave — wandering on foot without a destination, making friends with the local cats, and eating my weight in fresh, local cuisine.
A Dream of Endless Wandering
Was it too much to dream that this could be my every day? That I could just keep moving, keep living at this unhurried pace? Something deep down was nudging me, whispering that this nomadic life wasn’t just a phase but perhaps my calling.
I have a strange deep-seated need to explore. Call it what you want — wanderlust, running away, curiosity — whatever it is, it’s constantly there. And it’s only growing louder as I age.
The Road Less Traveled
At a time when most people my age crave stability and a family, I (at nearly 40), can’t sit still. I don't mind having a home base, but I am driving myself crazy by being in it all the time. Preferably, I’d like to just come back to it every several months or so.
I’m well aware of how I sound right now — like an extremely privileged, whiny brat— but try as I may, my dream never changes much. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted nothing more than to travel slowly and freely. I know this is something a lot of people want, but when I tell you, it’s a relentless urge to ditch everything I own and just hit the road, there’s no exaggeration.
Embracing the Journey
I thought it was just because of where I live (sometimes being back in your hometown will do that to you), but as it turns out, that curious feeling of exploration is my constant companion, no matter where I find myself. I think that’s why I’m still obsessed with ‘van-lifers’ and digital nomads. It seems those who have been on the road for years are the only ones who understand how I’m feeling when I say I can't ignore the call of the open road.
So here's to the wanderers, the explorers, and the dreamers. May we always find joy in the journey, no matter where the road takes us.