They say "not all who wander are lost" and I can't help but wonder if wandering should actually be redefined as self discovery. I would never classify wandering as being lost, for being lost implies a negative connotation, one that is definitely not present in exploring the vast possibilities of oneself, the world around them and the knowledge we cannot simply collect from books.
As we wander we learn, we grow, we love, we thrive. Yes, we may struggle. But isn't life all about overcoming trials to experience the trumps that leave us with such a satisfaction that our lungs burn to taste fresher air, our legs tremble for the unexplored ledges, mountains and untraveled roads?
I suppose you may not know what it feels like to truly wander. To get lost in yourself, with no predetermined direction and just allow your hair to blow freely in the wind, with an open mind and open heart.
I am a wanderer.
I was bitten by the travel bug when I was 16 years old, but it was more than just a bug, for me anyway, it was a lifestyle choice. My thirst to discover the phenomenons of other cultures, to interact directly with diversity, to challenge social constructions and to learn more than my head and heart can possibly make sense of, yet to try to understand the complexity of the lives we live, drove me.
It drove me to classify myself as a wanderer. I've heard the phrase, "home is where the heart is" millions of times, however, what if there are pieces of my heart scattered all over the globe?
I leave pieces of my heart everywhere I go. I fall in love with vast landscapes, cultures and adventures all over the world.
London, however, will be the next stop that steals a piece of my heart.
Stay tuned for many stories to come!
