Home and a Vagabond Life
I have a home which is incredibly beautiful and comforting for me. Big bay windows, wooden flooring and a green backyard in the summers. Not to mention precious people and a convenient lifestyle complete with favourite cafes, parks and hangouts – things that make you fond of a place and long for it when you’re away. And yet, I am choosing to leave this comfort zone for a more lonely life in a more alien place, where there are many wonderful things waiting for me but where I will be far away from so many lovely things, and more importantly, people.
Does it make sense? To leave a beautiful place you feel is home and is almost too perfect. There’s is so much out there to explore, and yet there is a price for that wanderlust, a price that is too dear for many who say they could never uproot suddenly like I did. I missed home and it feels great to be back, no matter how brief. In some ways, I wish I could keep staying here for a while, but I’m leaving again in a few days for new adventures.
