These non-Nomadic life

These non-Nomadic life -

I mean addiction Meeting picture, something to go:

"Hello, my name is Matt and 50 days since I traveled the last time somewhere. Every day is a little harder than the last. I booked almost a flight three times this week. I think next time I'll hit the buy button. "around me that other travel addicts in the room nod knowingly. You feel my pain. And then, at the mention of flights, they all take out their iPhone and check the prices to their favorite destination. They proposed to buy almost. We all sigh. We former nomads are not going anywhere, at least not going on right now.

I have now in the States have been seven weeks back. During this time I have already fulfilled my dream, a summer in New York City to spend. It is not permanent. In September, I leave for Boston and then to Canada, where my nomadic life begins anew. In a sense, I think I'm still nomadic. If a nomad one is no lasting roots, I am still a nomad. New York is just my temporary oasis -. The place where I material for my next trip replenish

And yet every morning I wake up in my sublet apartment, cook breakfast in my kitchen, and not divided into a shower bath with other strangers. My refrigerator is stocked with food. I belong to the gym. I take French classes (and also Benny phrasebook with!). I have a routine. I am a regular at the cafe down the street. Im done. I feel fulfilled. And that unsettled me.

I am having a great time in New York City. It's amazing. It was productive. It was a dream. I have found new friends and connected to the old. But I'm not used to, so long as to be in a place, and I'm done no good to him.

Going to be always set to be in motion has a harder adjustment than I thought. It's true, I've discovered something new every day here in the city. New York has a lot to see and do. My days are full. But if you are accustomed locations change every few days or weeks, suddenly the brakes on that putting you through the windshield send proverbial.

I do not know how it is to be still. For me, living in motion. The longer I'm here the worse my wanderlust. My feet ... .my soul ... wants movement. I like the thrill of the road. What everyone hates about traveling, which I love. I love airports, and to find my way, and hotels, buses, packing and unpacking. In a way, I'm getting bored. Not bored of New York, but to be bored in one place. I remember when I came back for the first time from my trip in 08. I was ready to leave within weeks. Living in a place felt stagnant. New York is never stagnant. But I miss the act of traveling.

To be here, in a place that was a hard adjustment. If you are always on the go, you get used to it. It is reassuring. Your lifestyle. I'm probably in hostels. I love my way through the airport. Life is what I know. Well, I feel out of my element. I think I'm still in one place. I dream from place to place. I think of how I can get my travel fix. What if I only fly to Bermuda for a few days? It is not so far. Jetblue has cheap flights.

requires adaptation come much home. Change your lifestyle? Even more. That's what seven weeks feels a lifestyle adjustment to me-. Now I sit in my apartment and waited for my dinner to cook, and I begin to wonder if I'll ever give yourself down, if I can ever be only semi-nomadic, how should I deal then? If his seven weeks in one place is long difficult to move what somewhere? If I sublet a balk at the idea, what if it's my name on the lease? But in this thought, I know I'm not done yet with the road. Or perhaps, it is the way, which is not done with me.

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