This isn't a "what will my life mean? Who do I want to be?" kind of thinking. I mean that, quite simply, my visa will expire, so I at least need a country to go to when that happens. I need a where. There's how, what, why, who, and when, but first and foremost, I need my where.
For example, I can go directly home to Chicago where I was raised. But there's San Diego, my favorite city in the US. Also possible for a few weeks is a European backpacking adventure. Or I can go gallivant around South Korea for a while. Although if I stay in Asia, I'd also love to go to Thailand and Vietnam. You see all this? Imagine what that's like in my head.
What's the hardest to wrap my mind around, however, is also the most important lesson I've learned these past ten months. While I love to travel, and I mean, I LOVE to travel in a desperate, feverish way...the best thing I've learned while living abroad is that... I don't want to live abroad. There's just no place like home. Even more curious than that...I need a home. I mean, I'll always have Chicago. But I'd love to travel knowing that I have a place of my own to go back to. One with shelves and walls to put my photos and tapestries and souvenirs on. I'm not saying I need a picket fence. I'll take a studio. I just want an address for longer than 12 months and for that address to really be...mine.
And so here is the most interesting paradox. While I consider where to go next, of the many travel options I have, I am also considering where to try and make a home for myself. To choose a place that I will I travel from and return to.
The nomad's home base. You might say the journey is the destination, but after a long journey, it's time to put your tired feet somewhere. And this nomad is on the look out.