The Nomadic Life

2 Jun

I think the realization hit me the day I wanted to remember the lines of an old poem I had written.  I wrote it when I was a freshman at NYU, and while I used to repeat it to myself as I wandered the mad streets of New York, all I could remember were the first two lines:

“I have become a sunbeam chaser,

a false face maker,  …”

The poem was, of course, written down in my journal from freshman year, packed away in a box full of books in my childhood room at my mother’s house.  It was the first time in a long time I had actually wanted one of my possessions that, like almost everything I own, is packed away in storage.  But the true irony was that all I really wanted was to remember the poem- I didn’t actually need or want the journal or the box of books.

I have lived in so many hostels and bunk beds and out of so many suitcases that sometimes I wonder if I will ever really unpack.  I have become comfortable living a minimalistic lifestyle, and I have discovered that you really don’t need to own things to be content.  When I went to Haiti for a month all I brought with me was one small backpack, and the whole time I was there I can barely recall wanting anything I did not have.

The poem is the first thing of mine I’ve wanted in a long time, and yet it isn’t even a tangible possession.  I do dream about having my own space, painting my own walls, and even planting an herb garden and some sunflowers in my very own yard, but for now I am beginning to realize that all I need is a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and my backpack.  And that, my friends, is a beautiful feeling.


4 Responses to “The Nomadic Life”

  1. okeowo June 3, 2010 at 6:52 pm #


  2. Johno June 8, 2010 at 11:07 pm #

    Beautifully put!! Absolutely love this!


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