It’s been a long time, or so it seems that I’ve had my own home. Being a nomad though has taught me a lot and has changed me in very positive ways. It’s also been a bit emotionally tiring. We all need a place to call home, a place that makes us feel somewhat rooted. Soon enough, my journey will end and I’m sure I’ll look back with nostalgia. As Dicken’s opening lines of A Tale of Two Cities so I see my journey; 

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”

It was from the start a very confusing time but a happy time too. The love and doors that opened up helped me through and I am finally looking back and know, that I will always remember these past two years and sigh with relief and awe at how, at the end, everything came together and brought me to this very happy place I’m at now. Still a nomad, but taking advantage of this time to find my direction and my home.

The long road home has helped me change my views on what really matters. Friendships and family have taken front row. The routines I thought kept me grounded, only made me a slave to monotony. Even my eating habits have improved! From the moment I had to wing it alone, I realized I no longer needed or wanted to stick to such a strict and insane diet of salads and nuts. I was able to meet with people on the spur of the moment and have become more flexible. Travelling was always very daunting, mostly packing, I am now ready to pack on a moments notice. I’m experiencing a freedom I’m embracing and maybe, I’m getting too used to it to be willing to settle down. I will tough, in time, when I find my home, but I’m not who I was when I started my long journey home. My heart has expanded and through humility I’ve learned I can be happy anywhere.

I agree now, sometimes tough times do become our blessings. I’m still on my way home, but with a happier spirit and the freedom that comes from knowing it will all be OK in the end.