The end of my solo travel

The end of my solo travel -

people "Africa will change," said to me: "There is something about it that concerns us all."

[1945001Nun], Africa have not changed. I'm still the same old me, but that does not mean Africa did not teach me something, or should I say, confirms a long-standing feeling. If 2012 was defined by something, it was my personal struggle with get at sedentary. 2012 has been an internal struggle between I was ready to know to settle in one place and my wish, my backpack to keep lifestyle.

And as I sat one night in Namibia, one of the most perfect stares sunsets sunsets ~~ POS = HEADCOMP I had seen in a while, I realized why I never wanted to visit Africa alone. Sometimes the beauty of travel is not so nice when you do not have someone to share it with. And there I was, staring at this beautiful sunset, and I was alone. I had no one to share this moment.

Sure, it was my tour group, but it is not the same. a moment with people who share a bond with much different than to share it with strangers. A few days later I held back in the sadness I come at this moment felt. There was nothing wrong with someone on my tour - they were all very nice, polite and chatty, and we together fine. But tours are hit-and-miss, and sometimes connect closely with people (eight years later, I'm still close with my roommate from my Costa Rica trip) and sometimes not.

Here I have not

And as I at this beautiful sunset, sitting while Zebra from the nearby waterhole drinking, a truth hit me like never before. I am alone . And I'm tired of it. While I am an introvert and I like my "me" time, after 6.5 years is no longer solo trip for me. I do not want to migrate more cities, or the views of African sunsets alone. I want to travel with people I know. I want to familiar faces. I want to share moments. I make a lot of friends on the street, but I am sorry has to start it anew in each new city. My heart is not in the jet-set somewhere new longer alone

I think everyone should travel alone at some point in their lives. They learn to do a lot about yourself. I never regret the solo trip I have done in the past and never felt alone or bored in those years, but Africa made it clear that it is time to move to a new chapter of my life. I could not not hold onto the past. What I want now brings no more late night on the backpacker trail of my life.

After a series of false starts, just before the new year, I finally moved to New York City. I'm living in the moment with a friend while I was looking for my own apartment. I have stocked the refrigerator with food. I cook again. I have a gym connected. I see friends. I'm happy. I am willing to be only semi-nomadic.

While I conferences, festivals (see you at SXSW!), And a book-tour that will send me regularly from NYC in the next few months, my next Adventure is only in May, when I go to Europe (with a friend) for two weeks. That's five months away. I never thought I would say, but I'm glad I'm not going anywhere soon.

I always travel defined as an adventure, to explore the unknown and to break out of your comfort zone. I do not to renounce to this new movement as on the trip. Traveling is my life. I do not want to stop, only to find a better balance between a home life and a road warrior life. New York is my new adventure. There are many in New York City is to discover, to find a lot of secrets to try the food, and things to learn.

There is a new start in a new year. It is time a new city, a new way of living and to explore new parts of me. If one of a nomadic someone with a fixed address will be as much of a life-changing adventure as of cabin workers go all those years ago to Nomad.

I do not know if this feeling will last forever. I do not know how long I'll be able to slow down. But I'm ready for this new adventure. It's been a long time coming.

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