Once again, I sit here pondering the concept of home and settling down. It’s something that I think about a lot so I’m not surprised I’m on this topic again. Though you may be getting bored with me about this by now – sorry. So, I’ve already explained my home complex and not knowing if I’ll ever feel at home somewhere. But home can be a daunting decision when you have nothing to base it on.
A lot of travel bloggers have a home, a place they are from and grew up, and then choose to live a nomadic life because it is something that is right for them. I, on the other hand, keep moving from place to place because I have nothing holding me down anywhere. I don’t have a childhood home. I don’t have that town I grew up in. This nomadic life is all I’ve ever known.
The thing is, I don’t think I’d want to travel indefinitely for the rest of my life. It’s difficult to hold onto a relationship when you’re constantly relocating. I’d really like to start producing art (I mean, that is what I went to university for after all) but I can’t pack large canvases, stacks of supplies, or delicate electronic work into my backpack. It’s a very specific kind of lifestyle and takes special kinds of people to life it. At 23 and not knowing anything to the contrary, I’m not convinced I’m cut out for indefinite travel.
With the 4 other members of my immediate family living in 4 different cities in 3 different countries, there is no dilemma for me to live far away from them. I don’t have to take them into consideration. They are already spread out so I’m not hurting anyone by taking off to the other side of the planet to settle down. The fact that I lived in a different town almost every other year growing up means that I don’t have a close group of friends from back when we were in diapers together. My best friend is a girl I met 5 years ago and she isn’t exactly thinking about staying put either. None of the places I’ve lived so far (Canada/USA/Germany/Singapore) has felt like home or somewhere I belong or somewhere I could set as my life’s base. So, how can I figure out where my home should be? What do I look for when trying to find home?
And you know, I think I’m going to end this post with those questions. This is such a big question for me and one that confuses me as I dance in circles around it. I could use some genuine advice and suggestions because I’m just winging life right now (not that it’s a necessarily bad thing).
But how could I figure out where my home should be? What should I consider when thinking about where to make my home?
P.S. Travel will ALWAYS be a big part of my life. I have an insatiable curiosity for learning about people, history, and culture. I want to share these stories and inspire other. So, don’t take this post or any other post about home as, “This is Meg’s goodbye! She’s shutting down her blog!”. It’s not going to happen even when/where I find home.