In 2019, I went on my first solo trip.
I remember the uncomfortable bus ride. There was no legroom because the driver had overloaded the bus. The bumpy roads and multiple police checkpoints made me feel anxious. But underneath the discomfort and fear, there was the excitement that came with going somewhere on my own for the first time.
Since then I have been in constant motion, moving between cities and most recently countries.
But after hopping between 7 Airbnbs in 4 months, I realized that I don't like being a nomad.
Being in constant motion made me feel anxious. Just when I was getting comfortable with people and places, I’d be wrenched away to a new place. It was no one’s doing but mine. I was simply moving too fast.
If I were to do it all over again. I’d take my time. Instead of rushing through many cities in a few months, I’d stay still after each journey and sink in my roots (albeit temporary ones) into the ground.
I’d also keep a small space in the world to call home so that whenever the big beautiful world gets all too much, I’d have a place I can run back to.
The good news is that I do have the chance to do this all over again.
So here I am, slowing down and building a fort for myself somewhere in the world. Soon I’ll venture out to see the world.
Till next time 👋🏾.