Ahh fellow wanderer, I think many people need external stability and familiarity to feel safe in the world, to feel safe with their own minds. Then others enjoy where their minds go when they are outside their comfort zones, unafraid in the unknown and even excited by it 🦋
To be a stranger on your old back roads is certainly a strange feeling. Nostalgia for the times you drove them with the emptiness that they now provide. Happy wandering, to wherever it is you will go
Lovely. Wandering souls, gypsies in modern day. It has a pull on my soul, yet I’ve been staying fairly close to one of my daughters now, and have made a few solid friends.
I feel a bit like the main character in “Chocolat”. The north wind calls. Yet finally, I’ve dumped out the ashes of my ancestors who wandered, and begun my journey of remaining.
I'm also a wondering soul, with similar issues. As I have a family now, I feel that returning "home" would be the right thing to do, especially for the grandparents and support thing, only it's not really as simple as that.
Either way, I actually prefer to live in a place where nobody knows me. No half-assed, do they remember me or not, should I nod, wave, say hello, force myself into small talk, shenanigans. I like reinventing myself every couple of years and dislike being connected to the previous versions of me. If you stay in place, hang around with the same people, that's impossible.
I don't really struggle with the sense on belonging. I tie it firmly to my family, and they are always with me. I realize that having a wider social circle would be better, but that's the price of freedom and adventure. I price I have long ago decided to pay.
This story resonates with me. Lot of times I felt not belonged. A wanderer wasn’t to be trusted and such... Right now I have very few family members like aunt who still love me for me. I don’t recognize any cousins and they don’t know to relate to me either. That said, I love my life and would do it all over again.
I'm happy that my words have hit a cord with many others. There is so much travel and relocation nowadays. I thought I can't be the only one that feels in that limbo land from time to time.
Ahh fellow wanderer, I think many people need external stability and familiarity to feel safe in the world, to feel safe with their own minds. Then others enjoy where their minds go when they are outside their comfort zones, unafraid in the unknown and even excited by it 🦋
The unknown is what I live for. Some comfortable stability and familiarity every now and then is very much welcomed! 😆
To be a stranger on your old back roads is certainly a strange feeling. Nostalgia for the times you drove them with the emptiness that they now provide. Happy wandering, to wherever it is you will go
Beautifully written. 👌
Lovely. Wandering souls, gypsies in modern day. It has a pull on my soul, yet I’ve been staying fairly close to one of my daughters now, and have made a few solid friends.
I feel a bit like the main character in “Chocolat”. The north wind calls. Yet finally, I’ve dumped out the ashes of my ancestors who wandered, and begun my journey of remaining.
'...my journey of remaining.'
I like that. 💫
Reminds me of two quotes:
"You can't go home again." And
"You only cross the same creek once."
I find decisions made based on that old nostalgia are rarely (never?) good decisions. Go forward, left or right, but don't go back.
Love it!
Left, right or forward it shall be!
I'm also a wondering soul, with similar issues. As I have a family now, I feel that returning "home" would be the right thing to do, especially for the grandparents and support thing, only it's not really as simple as that.
Either way, I actually prefer to live in a place where nobody knows me. No half-assed, do they remember me or not, should I nod, wave, say hello, force myself into small talk, shenanigans. I like reinventing myself every couple of years and dislike being connected to the previous versions of me. If you stay in place, hang around with the same people, that's impossible.
I don't really struggle with the sense on belonging. I tie it firmly to my family, and they are always with me. I realize that having a wider social circle would be better, but that's the price of freedom and adventure. I price I have long ago decided to pay.
Freedom and adventure ain't all free and good as you say. There are pros and cons.
I like your take on consciously reinventing yourself every couple of years. I can relate. 🤙
This story resonates with me. Lot of times I felt not belonged. A wanderer wasn’t to be trusted and such... Right now I have very few family members like aunt who still love me for me. I don’t recognize any cousins and they don’t know to relate to me either. That said, I love my life and would do it all over again.
Whatever has got us to this point is our life. It was meant to be as it is. You can't ask for more than loving your own life. 💛
I wrestle with the idea of belonging and it was great to read your take on it.
Thank you Priya.🤙
I'm happy that my words have hit a cord with many others. There is so much travel and relocation nowadays. I thought I can't be the only one that feels in that limbo land from time to time.