What does your hometown mean to you? Is it the place you live now or the a place that inhabits the memories of your childhood? Is it a place that makes you feel comfortable, warm, and welcome? Or is it a place you feel stuck in as you try to escape?
And if you are home... Do you plan to stick around for the years to come? If the answer is yes, I envy you in some ways, but not in others. For being a traveler means being cursed in a perpetual state of curiosity; always wondering about other places, other people, and other worlds altogether. Yet as a wanderer my feet sometimes get weary and my roots long to plant themselves somewhere - to soak up the richness of deep human connectivity and build a foundation that can withstand the winds that have blown me around for so long.
This is the duality of being a traveler. I'm caught in between two scenarios, where one hinders the other's attempts at being earnest. In that I find myself back home, but not quite quite resolved to being here. I define myself as a traveler but I'm not currently traveling. Two different worlds, two ideals, yet still I have the pleasure of depicting both in my imagination. How lucky I am to have options, to have the ability to choose my own path. This is a miraculous blessing that I hope I can use to the benefit of others, amounting to something much greater than the satisfaction of my own desires.