If you have been gone for so long coming home is not always easy.
I have lived like a Nomad.
I felt like a Nomad.
I was a Nomad.
For the last 12 years I have been more traveling than at home.
I lived in many places and worked many jobs.
Very often money was tight and I had to overcome all sorts of challenges. New home, new job, new language.
The excitement and adventure spoils the soul , fills your heart gives you freedom and then you find yourself again in your hometown, without a job and with very little money and surrounded by people that were living in their routine all their lives and it seems nothing has changed there.
They speak your language but do not understand you.
There are tons of stories that you would love to share but the world around you is dominated by work and hectic and the need to earn a living and people do not have time to listen and some even feel jealous because they never had those adventures and the schedules seem all too full. Some are even angry at you.
And with a horizon that wide it feels hard to go back into a cubicle and it makes you anxious to live in such a world of 9 to 5 were the chains of society can make you feel claustrophobic, but everybody else seems to be fine and ok with it.
Adventure is something this world only knows from television or internet. All want their life to be easy and cheap and comfortable.
Once you realized that there is a Matrix and you stepped out of it for a while it is hard to unsee it.
So now I am looking for a job to pay my bills. I worry about health insurance and car and scooter and paying for a flat and food. My CV looks like an adventure novel and the rigid and beaurocratic german ways do not make things easier.
I will overcome all of this but will probably mostly look like a lion in a cage.
I will make it work, but often feel sorry for the mood I am in.
I will try to fit in even though I feel do not belong .
I know it is not them – it is me .
I want to belong and arrive and find love again, but here all I find is anxious people looking for security and love comes with a list of to do’s first . I would love to take the hand of a beautiful lady and show her the world I have seen, but I know that it will take time to be able to pay it and it would only be temporary before the claws of society drag me back into that cage and chain me up.
Traveling is not difficult, leaving and coming home is! Like getting a chewing gum out of your hair .
This world is not for Nomads anymore.
Yours sincerely
La Vida Vespa Nomad
(Just some wandering thoughts – no complaint ! I had the chance to live a dream and step out of the Matrix – Most people never will ! I am lucky, blessed and privileged that I could do what I did)