Nomadic Living

J.R.R. Tolkien wrote in Lord of the Rings that "not all who wander are lost," a phrase that became popular for outdoor/adventure enthusiasts and those annoying "Life is Good" t-shirts. Sure, not all who wander are lost... but some are.

The past month has been a pattern of packing, going, un-packing, staying, re-packing, and going again. I took myself on a two-week road trip, spent a weekend packing up my life in State College, and am currently sitting in the Atlanta airport en route to work at a summer camp in L.A. (don't ask me why I booked such an ass-backward flight).

Let me say more before this starts to sound like a ridiculous humblebrag. (PS- I just learned what a "humblebrag" is... hilarious). I am extremely thankful for this "time off" to be visiting friends and taking time for myself. But I'm sure my busy schedule is a product of my inability to sit still, my reluctance to just relax. I'm afraid that if I stop for too long, I'll think too much about what I'm doing and where I'm going... and I won't have the answers.

It's a strange feeling for me to pack my life up into boxes, not sure when I'll be opening them again. I won't have a feeling of permanence for a while. While many of my friends are getting engaged, buying houses, adopting dogs and making other long-term commitments, I feel as if I'm just floating around from place to place.

But I guess my wandering isn't aimless. I'm not really lost. I have a sense of where I'm going, and the rest I'll figure out along the way.

For now I'll just enjoy sitting at the Atlanta airport, eating my medicore, over-priced, breakfast while watching people go ape-shit when they miss their flights. Life is good.