I Want To Be A Nomad
When I grow up, I want to be a nomad.
I want to carry my possessions with me, jumbled in suitcases that I haul across the world. Three months here, four months there; a life lived across continents. I want to follow my heart that spans the world, grabbing coffee with Annalisa in Colorado and cake with Brittany in Copenhagen. Cafes will become my office, different ones in different cities. I will learn Spanish in Barcelona and then be mocked in Bogota. I will practise French in whatever city I choose, mostly likely Paris but just as possibly Prince Edward Island.
In the only poem I have ever written and loved, I described how I was desperate for roots but restless for adventure. In the years after graduation I long to fully explore that, at a time in my life where freedom and possibility abounds.
I am learning that we have to seize every opportunity, for we never know what will happen in the future. And right now this an opportunity that I can create for myself.
Now to make it happen.