Sometimes I feel like a nomad, not because I travel all the time, or because I don’t have a house. I do travel intermittently, and I’ve never gone without having a roof over my head.
It’s more of a nomadic feeling. The home I grew up in isn’t really my home anymore, it’s my parent’s house. The apartment I live in now is also not a forever abode. If I don’t leave it this in August, I will leave it the summer after that.
Someday I will leave my college town. And I have no idea where I will go. Maybe I’ll wonder and become a real nomad. Maybe I’ll settle down in a one bed room third floor apartment and get a dog.
I have felt this way since September, but I didn’t realize what the feeling actually was… nomadicy.
It isn’t a feeling of being lost. It’s a contentment in the uncertainty of future accommodations and locations. Nomadicy isn’t that bad of a thing.
Time in Athens is fleeting. I am working to make the most out of that time, but that doesn’t change the fact that at some point I will pack my bags and leave this place.
I will travel. I will wonder. I will roam, looking for greener pastures, for brighter days.
I will create. I will experience. I will adventure, creating a story of my own.
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