This is a short bio I titled Evolution of a Travel-Junky –From Big Wheels to automobiles, crawling to walking, tricycles to motorcycles, and paper airplanes to commercial jets. each played a vital role in the progression of my traveling. I explored every inch of my backyard, peddled my BMX through neighborhoods, or walked my dog through mystic woods and streams near my house. The unknown has always comforted me, therefore motivating me to continue in any way. The adrenaline alone kept me coming back for more as I quickly progressed and continued to adapt.
Lost Soul In a Fish Bowl
The day I left home, I felt so free. From sandy beaches and mountains to couches, cemeteries to abandoned homes. One day I’ll fill in the blanks with actual events that kept me moving. I never really thought about consequences, though I continued to end up in the same places, mostly rehabs, and hospitals. I’d move, get hurt, heal, and repeat over and over.
The Perfect Alibi
Being a salesman is the perfect alibi for any nomad. My work kept me moving from state to state, sometimes multiple times a year. I just figured this was especially when exceded most in sales. My nomadic clock had taken control of me to the fullest until I ran out of places to see in the USA. So, naturally, I started to venture to destinations outside the USA, on my own.
I wanted to see the world and I had remembered that good feeling when I had traveled to Europe as a kid.
For many of us so-called nomads, roaming this planet became a normal way of life, our friends and family looked at us crazy wondering why we never settled down in one place. Some even gave up or disappeared from our lives completely. Little did they know, travel was our probiotic– We continued to justify our moving by calling ourselves nomads, drifters, or gypsies. My adventures continue, after all, it is said, “If you travel far enough, you meet yourself’.
Into The Ocean
I am now living in two hemispheres fueled by adrenaline. Living an abundant life while coincidentally ending up on the same beaches or shallow waters I only had dreamt about. Far from my birthplace, my family, and familiar things that kept me tied down. I remain calm while having journeyed to the ends of the earth to meet myself. I’ve found that still place of chaos where magic meets madness. Bali is the place I now call home, it’s where I can sit still long enough to hear my own voice from within.
Here is another story: self-isolate-in-paradise
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