The Wanderlust Paradox | A Short Story

I wouldn’t dare to call myself a writer. Yet, every now and then this vast urge gets the better of me to spell out my thoughts. It is oddly gratifying to put the words to paper and it feels like letters are rushing through me, awaiting their very deliverance through ink. Last time I had the feeling I was sitting in a plane, with the epiphany that I had to document it this time and so I did, leading up to this short piece. I really hope that you can identify with these feelings, that many travelers seem to share. Hope you enjoy it xx


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“where am I? I asked myself.

I didn’t know. I really didn’t know.

I had been so busy getting from the one flight to the next. From one country to another. From one home to the other.”

“Did you even know the timezone?”

“No I just looked around and thought: This place seems right, but not familiar.”

“Places matter. It matters where you are.”

“It does. They do. They are connected to our past, to our present, to our identity. Places contain people and people are important. Every place we go to is a choice- a choice that determines who we are going to meet and who we are going to be. Places and the people in them change us. We get attached. And so, when we look around us we find that the place that once seemed unfamiliar and strange to us now has become a part of the new us and we establish it as our new home.”

“Is that what wanderlust is all about then?”

“Pretty much. When you get around- when wanderlust is so persistently permanent/inherint in your nature that you are always craving for the very next place, you find that what you thought was your home has multiplied into a number of homes.”

“But then that means that you can never really be home ?”

“No thats true. that is the irony of the wanderer: his bittersweet fate is to wander around, knowing that wherever he goes he will be home everywhere, but never truely feel like home anywhere. His heart will ache with the pain of many goodbyes, while at the same time it burts of joyful anticipation for the next adventure.”

 “Can I be like that?”

“You can. Everyone can. But not many people chose to be. Not many are made for this emotional rollercoaster. People love routine and habits. They don’t like parting and especially not adapting to changes.”

“That’s why most people stay in one place their whole life.”

“Yes exactly.”

“So they grow old with friends”

“I guess that’s true. They are never really alone and that is the scary thing of the nomad life. If you travel alone the only one you can share your experiences with is yourself and that means personal growth.”

“Many people see that as a way to mature: To travel.”

“It is indeed. At the end of the day, you have to ask yourself. Are you ready to go out there now and live with the locals, roll with the waves, float with the wind, and go wherever it may take you? Are you?”

“Yes. I am. I am very much….”


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