Monday, October 5, 2015
Lives today are as mobile as they have ever been, in a flux of activity wether on our phones or lifestyles, more and more of us will lead transient lives that span countries and oceans, making the world a smaller place.
I've been on the move since I could remember; my first move was at 1 from Tokyo to Nagoya, I only have recollection of vague memories, and familiar sensations. I have lived a nomadic life, where all appears so seamless and borderless, where international moves are done in less than a month; reality feels a bit warped and there are those pangs in space and time where I so long for stable ground to call home. Home for me has never been a destination or place, but wherever I am within, and the safe space I temporarily create for myself.
Life is constantly ebbing and flowing, but it would be nice to be able to snuggle up to a reliable significant other, a doggie companion, preferably in a place that is not a rental, to feel safe and to belong. Is this even possible or a figment of my imagination? I wonder what life is like to live in one place for longer than a few years without chunks of life missing to illness or other life lessons that are now distant memories.
These moves have brought our family closer together (although this too was a turbulent path to get to where we are today), as who else would have our backs? Teaching us (my brother and I) the value of complete trust and loyalty to the death, with an honesty and openness that is uncommon; something I treasure and have infinite gratitude. Maybe home will be wherever I end up creating my own family? It makes me wonder of the adventures to come, although I am getting very tired of doing international moves, not to mention cost and stamina required. The only thing that could possibly move me at this point in my life is for love/to support someone I love.
Sometimes I think that having moved so much, has kept me extremely pure at heart, uncluttered, and truly appreciating the simple things in life; actually, that's probably not travel related but a host of life experiences, values, and character? Who knows~ I'm just thinking aloud...
Where is the future of modern society going with such nomadic contemporaries? How will individuals and people adapt and learn to transition, or will there be an influx of instability and some sort of transition/transient/displacement disorder? Will families look after one another and get closer or disintegrate? I don't know of the trends to come but curious to see how we evolve with the times.
For the time being, focusing on the task at hand; an anchor for when I float off into the stratosphere is an irreplaceable lifeline. I'm steadily getting there, 300 (originally 475 at my highest) to 187.5 is remarkable progress:)