To move into a van is to give up space, comforts, and solid ground. I assume people choose this life for many reasons, and I can’t speak for everyone, but for me it’s simple.
At the risk of sounding dramatic- November 8th, 2016 changed my life. It’s not like everything was perfect and overnight it went to shit because a privileged white man won a race that he appeared to treat as a game of Monopoly. But kind of.
I peeled my eyelids open to find a 6’6″ man towering over me with a look of concern in his one good eye. I felt the stiffness of the bench pressing against my back on the subway platform. I slowly started to piece together how I got there. This was not my usual stop.
Each endeavor evokes a plethora of emotions in a nomad, but the first time you take the leap alone, it can be its own unique journey. From the moment you entertain the idea, manage to squeeze everything into your backpack, arrive at your destination, to when you land back home, the range of emotions you …
In 2015, BBC posted an article listing 50 Reasons to #LoveTheWorld. Over the past 27 years, I’ve been fortunate enough to visit over 200 cities in 38 countries on 6 continents.
Open your eyes and the world surrounds you. The ground beneath your feet feels big, but you know you are small. The weight on your back goes unnoticed and the wear in your clothes is forgiven.
The morning my life changed began like any other, with the same responsibilities, and with nothing significant making it stand out.
As a 20-something, I often feel like my life is in limbo, somewhere between my rebellious teenage years and my (hopefully) more mature 30s. Some days I wake up, and it all makes sense.