/// I’m a Homeless Man With Homes All Around The World
When I’m not home in the United States of which I rarely ever am, I’m technically a homeless person and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I am a gypsy. I haven’t had a home for a long time. Call me homeless – I just throw everything in a bag and I’m good to go.
-Taylor Kinney
“Home is where the heart is” may be a beautiful saying but I prefer “home is where I put my backpack down”.
The way of the modern vagabond or digital nomad is a lot like moving from home to home and destination to destination but without the hassles of moving.
It’s not for everyone but to the traveler, it’s a fantastic ability; to be able to find a sense of “home” and a “bed” for a night or a few months at anyplace and at anytime.
It doesn’t matter if it’s hostels, hotels, couchsurfs or less obviously airports, beaches and boats etc.
Home can be found anywhere with vagabonding.
To be literal, I have a home in Miami and my hometown will always be New York City but if “home” means where one sleeps and resides the most, then they are figuratively not my home and hometown, respectively.
Can “home” be justified to be called that if I’ve stayed just 7 nights in it in the past 2000 days?
The rest of the world is more my home. Ironically because of the lack of familiarity and the persistence of being out my comfort zone. That’s the explorer’s perspective or less elegantly the lust to wander.
It’s like having a potential home or at least a place to stay anywhere in the world and many of the cities I frequent become a second home – many times over.
It seems as if I’m a high-functioning homeless person afflicted with wanderlust, AKA “world citizen“.
[The featured photo was taken in a secret / hidden village somewhere in Andong, Korea.]
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