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I Didn’t Choose the Nomadic Lifestyle. The Nomadic Lifestyle Chose Me.
It is not as exciting as it might sound. I have a feeling I’ve been homeless all my life.
No, I never lived out of a car. I never lived on the street, in a tent, or couch surfed. I didn’t move to an exotic location and leave all the benefits of civilization behind, either.
What I did was move around a lot and never managed to stay anywhere for too long.
I am 32 years old, and I’ve never felt like I belonged anywhere.
I lived in 5 different countries.
I changed 12 schools, and as far as I can remember, I lived in 24 different flats.
The older I would become, the more difficult it would be for me to adjust to new environments.
I struggled to make new friends and form any relationships with people. I always had a feeling that it won’t last, so what was the point of even trying, I thought.
Whenever I faced furnishing a new apartment, I knew that I most likely won’t be bringing those things with me on my next trip. It made my choices limited, and I would always aim to buy things that weren’t as expensive and nice as I wanted them to be so that I wouldn’t feel bad about leaving them behind. I…
