July 7, 2014

I always joke about being a nomad because I have never stayed in one place for an extended amount of time. I moved around a lot while growing up and I know that the “nomadic” tendencies of my childhood have carried over into my adult life. I remember learning about nomads in elementary school and I was fascinated by them because I could actually relate to their lifestyle.

Until recently, I embraced the idea of being my own sort of “eternal nomad”. I loved the idea of being on the move-constantly finding my next big adventure. I had never had a true “home base” and I wasn’t ever going to be interested in having one (or so I thought). If you were to ask me now if I would choose the nomadic life, my answer would be ‘no’. I learned that I was so comfortable with moving around frequently because I didn’t think I would ever find somewhere that feels like home. I didn’t even have a clue what “home” meant to me. I was watching Once Upon A Time this spring and Neal described what home meant to him:

“It’s how you know you really got a home. When you leave it, there’s a feeling you can’t shake. You just miss it.” (Neal, S3:22)

When I moved to Topeka, I did not imagine that I would develop a foundation or a connection here. I thought that this was just another stop on my ongoing adventure. I was surprised to find myself feeling sad when I even began making plans to move on. For me, Topeka is home. I know I probably won’t stay in Topeka for forever, but I am content being here now.


If you could live like a nomad, would you? Where would you go? What would life be like without a home base?