Read this if you always feel like you’re everywhere except at home.
I’ve worked from rooftops in Malaga, cafés in Bali, and cabins in the mountains of Sapa. I’ve had my morning coffee in five languages, learned how to say “no garlic” across continents, and carried my Wi-Fi passwords scribbled on napkins more times than I can count.
I’m a solo traveler, yes.
I work remotely, yes.
But I don’t do this because I have to.
I do it because I want to.
Because for some of us, movement is the only way to feel still.
But the more I travel, the more I realize something that’s hard to admit out loud:
I feel at home in so many places , except the one I’m supposed to call home.
I feel more grounded in transit than I do standing still
Airports calm me. Layovers are a soft kind of limbo. I pack my bag like it’s a ritual, and I absolutely hate unpacking. (Sometimes I just leave my stuff there for days). Every new city teaches me something about myself I wouldn’t have learned at home.
There’s a kind of belonging that happens when no one knows your story yet.
That version of yourself that gets to be whole, unlabelled, and light.
Home will always be love. But it’s also grief.
Returning home doesn’t always feel like coming back. It feels like stepping into memory. Into heartbreak. Into systems that don’t work and people you love who feel stuck.
I ache for it and pull away from it all at once.
And while others dream of going home to recharge, I often leave to remember who I am, before the heaviness, before the guilt, before the noise.
Home can be a feeling, not a place
I’ve found home in long conversations with strangers.
In a shared playlist on a Camino walk.
In the familiarity of singing Karaoke with tuktuk drivers.
I’ve learned that safety doesn’t always mean permanence. And that connection can be instant, brief, and still sacred.
I’m not lost. I’m choosing this
People assume I’m searching for something.
Maybe I am. But it’s not in the desperate way they imagine.
I’m not running. I’m exploring.
I’m collecting versions of myself and letting go of what no longer fits.
