I have spent the last decade or so feeling like a nomad. This is quite a contrast to the first 19 years of my life where I was born and raised in a small town, in a house that was built by my great grandfather. So this chapter of my life where I have never been anywhere much longer than 2 years has been particularly challenging.
But it started me thinking about the lack of constancy in my life. Though my parents in with a generous spirit have from time to time allowed me to come home when I am in between life adventures, but that said every place I have been in my young adult life has always been extremely temporary. Mine is, in fact, a life in transition, when it comes to the places I hang my hat.
However there has been some stability in my life. It has come in the form of the connections to people in life. I recently had lunch with a friend from my undergrad days, and I could not help but notice how at peace I was hanging out with him. How nice it is to know someone who gets me, and knows the progress that I have made in the past years. Who loves me flaws and all, so much so that I can be completely transparent in their company without fear of rejection.
It made me realize I have lots of friends and family who make me feel that way. I came to the conclusion that sometimes the feeling of home is not confined to four walls, but often it comes in the form of the networks that we belong to. And that was really comforting for a girl in transit like myself.
