The Nomad Life

Chapter 1: Learning to live the life of journey rather than a life of destination.

New York. Atlanta. Reading. Easton. Krakow. Appalachia. Lambertville. Hew Hope. The Delaware Water Gap. Baltimore. Richmond. Alabama. Sanibel. Just to name a few. And more yet to be determined … Green Bay. San Francisco. The Catskills. Atlanta. As I write this, I’m cruising at 30,000 feet. Over the last five months, I’ve been in New York a grand total of three weeks. We’re stepping into a season defined less as travel, rather as nomadic. Travel indicates a point of origin, a geographically fixed concept of home, a place to return. Yet for us, home is a fluid concept. For me, home is a person. Home is Jen.

While at a cursory glance this alternate concept of home may appear inconsequential, its impact is significant. The nuance of priorities in life has a ripple affect directly altering our psychology of decision. Given that home is a moving target, the spectrum of consideration is broad. We have to consider laundry within planning itinerary – laundry mats are not universally available just down the block. And we do not know where we’ll be four weeks from today, although we have a hunch.

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

Alan Watts

This is not vacation. We are at work. Constantly. But anyone that knows us, knows that. While occasionally there are palm trees and surf within our view, or hiking trails along mountain sides, or a deck shaded by old oaks, we are not idle. We find rest and restoration while on an adventure – seeking home – together. It is all we have. Yet we are at work. As we meander through this season – wandering along – we are redefining our work to determine how our next decade together will unfold. We hold loosely to our own greatest expectations, knowing they are finite and minuscule in comparison to what the world holds.

At the dawn of our relationship, we envisioned a life of nomadism. At our tenth anniversary, we stumbled into a pivotal moment – a year long turning point. Now eleven years of marriage has brought us to this point where we are nomadic, not yet within the sight of our initial expectation. And that expectation may never enter our field of view. It is of no concern. We are grateful, we are excited, and we work hard to keep anxiety at bay.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Anatole France

Over the years, it has been a privilege to work with individuals, entrepreneurs, and organizations all over the world. Our friends are spread to the far corners of any map. Our family is conveniently located along the east coast – currently. Jen and I are thrilled that we’ll be (re)connecting with so many wonderful people in the coming months and year! While home-base is New York City, our frequency in the city will be limited. Wherever we are, when paths cross we’ll want to grab a coffee, a meal, or join us on a roadtip!

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