Home

Travelling has made me think a lot about what "home" means. I have nowhere to be, and there is nowhere in particular that feels like home. Home is more people than places, and my friends and family, like me, have dispersed. If I could magically lure all of these wonderful people into one place, I might still want to get away. For now, I have no idea where I will go for more than a month after this trip ends. I am living some sort of deliberate and privileged homelessness.