Why I Will Never Go Back To What I Considered “Normal-Life”

I stand by this still.

Photo by Raphaël Biscaldi on Unsplash

This last year has been completely catastrophically beautiful and horrible.

For me, it completely stopped my travels, my career, what I had known as my life as I knew it on the road.

2 years prior, I had completely uprooted my life for a change. Unlike this past year and a half.

It was planned.

We like when things go to plan, don’t we?

It’s like the first day of school.

You have your perfect outfit laid out on the bed, new shoes, all new school supplies, and you know exactly what you will do when you wake up.

However, what happens when you enter that class and is not in your control.

That was last year and still continuing.

When I walked away from my “normal” life 3 years ago, a part of me thought that someday I would return.

I mean, what is the realistic expectation that at 38 I could become a nomad for life or recreate myself, right, who does that?!