10.2.21 // 2 Years of Nomadic Life

It's been two years of nomadic life.
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Two YEARS.
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It hit me when I was talking to my mom the other day and I couldn't believe it when I did the math and realized it's been years (PLURAL) since I've had a stable home base...
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Two years ago I gave up my housing in San Francisco, the grooviest house in the Lower Haight neighborhood.
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Two years ago I gave up having my own bed, a bed with soft sheets, fluffy pillows, and a warm embrace on bad days.
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Two years ago I gave up the sanity of knowing where I would be next week, instead opting into booking Airbnb's for days or weeks at a time, not knowing where I would be after that Airbnb expired.
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Two years ago I gave up having a community of friends who would copilot with me on adventures, who would fearlessly challenge me, love me, and hold space for me to truly be myself.
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I currently have possessions in Tennessee, Vancouver, Rome, and Chamonix. My sweet angel, Scout, is in Victoria, British Columbia. My car, Tioga, is in Vancouver and my clothes are dispersed throughout the world, quite literally.
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I've learned a lot about myself during this period. I've unpacked baggage I've been carrying around for years, I've faced shadows that have been haunting me, and I have learned new ways of thinking, existing, and what it means to thrive.
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But, here is the thing- stability isn't boring. Re-read that. Stability isn't boring and that was a hard lesson for me to learn over the last two years.
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I can't count the number of times my therapist has said this to me in the time we've been working together. But I've found shrugging her off and keeping myself in some semblance of chaos has been the easier path. After all, our world prioritizes the adventures, the algorithm rewards the new, the different, the chase of the next thing.
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Maybe, it's because I still don't know what stability truly means for me...? But as I surpass my two-year mark on the road, it is a cause for some serious reflection.
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I can feel myself moving into a new phase of life and while I'm proud of myself for the adventures this nomadic life has given me, I think there is change coming.