A Beautiful Bridge

As I write this, I am on my final journey home after 15 months of travel across Europe and North America. I was born a wanderer—be it out in the world or inside my head—and when my military sister found out she was being stationed in Italy the year before last, I knew I had to seize this opportunity to live my nomadic dream.

When I reflect back on this adventure, I am overwhelmed with gratitude.

During this time, I wandered all over Europe (and hopped over to Morocco), both by myself and with family and friends; I reconnected with a friend from junior high, remembering at our reunion why we’d become friends so many years ago; I spent significant time with my grandfather, which included a three-week road trip across the United States to all of the places he’s lived or has history; I helped a close friend prepare for an intimate art show in her apartment; I spent a couple months at home with my mother and focused on my creative intentions and launching this blog; I traveled to New England, which included visiting a close friend who was pregnant with her first child, and helping yet another close friend with final preparations for her wedding; I camped on the Washington Coast with family and reveled in having zero connection to the digital realm; I explored British Columbia with a Canadian friend I met while traveling in Hawaii a couple years prior; I spent a couple weeks with my other sister (who is in graduate school in Indiana) and brother-in-law, and together we attended the annual Lotus World Music Festival that takes place in the little college town.

Now that this chapter of my life has come to a close, I look forward to letting all of the insights, curiosities, and inspirations absorbed along the way fully sink into my being and manifest through my creative expressions. A couple weeks ago, I wrote about my primary and focused intention for 2018, which is to invest in my creative vision. While I have been feeling optimistic for the new year—particularly in the way of establishing consistency in my creative practice—there is always a bit of hesitation and insecurity lurking.

But the universe has a way of delivering what we need, and in this case it was a lovely dinner with an incredible young woman I met in my hostel in Frankfurt, Germany, where I spent a couple days before my homebound flight. In true European fashion, we dined for nearly three hours, beginning with a toast to an intentional life in the new year, and then filling the space between us with empathetic, passionate, and empowering conversation. As I shared my creative dreams and past work with her, she encouraged me with much needed warmth and sincerity as I prepare for a more deliberately creative year. Dining with her was like dining with my inner wisdom, and it was a beautiful bridge between my recent adventures and the year to come.

As much as I have loved being away—and as much as I will always be a wanderer—these travels have also reminded me of the virtues of being home. This was the first time I had traveled abroad, and as magical as the rest of the world is, the United States feels magical to me in a way it never has before.

There really is no place like home.

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