I get asked this a lot. People find my lifestyle strange. Others are more blunt and call it irresponsible, escapist, unrealistic. Lately, I’ve even been called un-American and a traito… Read More
Restlessness. Flight. Taking flight. Movement. Move to there. Move to where that new language is, the one I haven’t heard yet. Get on the train that goes past a field of sunflow… Read More
I’m standing there, about to get off the train. She looks at me and asks how long I’ll be living in this city. “Not long,” I tell her, hoping she’ll understand… Read More
This is a beautiful poem written by fellow vagabond Robin Baker. She currently lives in Nepal and has her own website called nomadtracks.org. I encourage you to check out her website, as she… Read More
Dear Wandering Soul,
I know that you once held dearly to comforts that kept you warm at night. I know that some of those comforts may have hindered your growth, blinded you from beauty, and… Read More
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life. ― Boris Pasternak
This may sound like such a mushy, sentimental post. But I’m serious here. Something about being out on the op… Read More
Day 4
Pseudo-Citizens: My Nation is Humanity
I have no religion.
My religion is love.
I have no nation.
My nation is humanity.
– Yunus Emre
Pseudo-Citizens, by their very name, are i… Read More
The first time you break free, all that pent up anticipation, not knowing what “free as a bird” will really feel like, your toes tingling…your heart racing. You head to th… Read More
Day 3
Nomad: Born for the Open Road
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
Midway in the journey of our life
I came to… Read More