My travels without Miranda took me from Mexico through the United States and across the Atlantic ocean in search of myself and a purpose in life. They prepared me for this wonderful adventure I’m on right now; one that is constantly shaping and redefining itself. There have been many times lately that I have felt that my old life had better days, but then some small thing happens that makes me realise that I might have lost an abundance of good days, but I have gained a great life.

I have a nomad’s soul. There is no point in fighting that. I can settle somewhere for many months, even years, and be impossibly content for that time, but there always comes a time where I need to go. It is my biological imperative. Yes, it does involve certain sacrifices; what choices in life do not? Would my life be easier if I was willing to settle down? Yes. But an easy life is nothing but a long death.

For the next little while, as I learn to figure out the mechanics of this life and how to fund it, there will probably be a lot less travel with Miranda than there was without her, at least into new places. So, I will practise one final lesson that I learned in my old life, when I did my annual ‘pretend that I am a tourist in my own town’ day. Because

The real voyage of discovery comes not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. Marcel Proust*

My travels are just my way of figuring out how this world works. Thank you for following me and helping me make a little better sense of it all.

*Le véritable voyage de découverte ne consiste pas à chercher de nouveaux paysages, mais à avoir de nouveaux yeux.