Since I was young I have never settled in one place for too long, my parents moved about quite a bit, I went to lots of different schools and lived in many towns before we finally settled so I could stay at the same school for my secondary education. My parents moved away when I was 16 and shortly after at 18 I moved to London alone to take my higher education at Laban Trinity in London. This upbringing was probably what gave me the wanderlust, and also makes me very independent at the young age of sixteen.
I did manage a whooping 12 years on and off in London, sliced up with my first living and working overseas experiences in mainland and the Greek isles, Portugal and Japan. I knew I was different from many other people in my approach to getting on like a local when I arrived in Japan and my colleagues ordered pizza rather than try something Japanese, I was horrified and ashamed.
At the ripe age of 32 I had met a like-minded soul and we went off on our travels together, South America, New Zealand, Indonesia, South East Asia and India before returning home promising to leave as soon as possible. It’s only taken 11 years and thankfully I am on the road again, this time as a solo traveller, and also trying to fund my way to foreign lands with my career in yoga teaching.
The thing is I see the world as one big massive adventure, I can’t recommend travelling enough. And I want to immerse myself in local culture and traditions, learn from my experiences, and as a massive foodie I want to try everything that the country I’m in is offering on a plate, or indeed bowl (within reason – I am now a vegetarian, although not strict)
For some, there 2 week package holiday, if you’re lucky, a couple of times per year is enough to satisfy their wanderlust. For me, I want to get my teeth into the heart of the country and experience them for that little bit longer, maybe see if we fit together or whether we are to have fleeting romances and I’ll be off again to the next one.
This hopping about doesn’t mean I’m on a massive mission to ‘find myself’ at my age I’m pretty clear about who I am. Yes, my month in Mysore was like one long therapy session, but I can find that on my mat every morning, no matter where in the world I am. No, I’m referring to the quote by JR. Tolkien that I have quoted in the title, not all who wander are lost, it’s just we see something bigger than one town, and are happy being nomads, travelling and experiencing new things all the time, not stuck in the groundhog day of western society.
We are happy to settle down in one place, but not be afraid to admit that it’s not working out as you expected it and it’s time to move on, or it is working out well, but maybe, just maybe you might find your forever home at the next place?
I can only hope to inspire you reader to go out there and experience more than your own town, village, settlement, four walls, don’t be afraid and don’t think what if, just find out.
Wander on, and don’t get ‘lost’