the road is my home. wait, is it?

There is something I love about those over-stressed pre-departure hours. There's something I love about transitions, the illusion of traveling light, the countdown of the days and the habit and drop in significance that it all creates over time. Juggling with time zones, currencies and languages... I wish I could tell this all in a less arrogant sounding way but it feels like I've stopped traveling. It feels like I'm just living this way, having a demanding but certainly very exciting lifestyle. It feels somehow rewarding to know that I can last-minute pack myself into two backpacks and have all I need for work, life and some comfort for let's say a month and.. just take off.

Well, I do get a bit tired of it. It gets both physically and emotionally confusing every now and then, but only for a short while. I'm incredibly lucky to have fantastic people/company/hosts/events/meet-ups on the way that make it all right again in no time.
Road isn't my home. Life is. And I'm taking it all the way with me.

P.S. Glasgow is the best thing that could have happened to me right now. Adorable flatmates, rich libraries and a feeling of home that makes me envy myself. Cheers!