These are my 2 main thoughts of the day when looking at this aerial photo of my camp.
Yes, I am not homeless, I probably live what some people call ‘a nomadic lifestyle’ -and I’m actually fine with it- but I have a home: a home on wheels but a home, my Home. And wherever I park it, I feel home. Wherever. I refused to stay in a sedentary lifestyle with a fixed address to settle down.
Nope! Instead I decided to go roaming Africa and there is no ‘home away from home’. This means nothing to me, just a trendy thing to say nowadays.
Again, I feel Home wherever I park my Rafiki. Because Rafiki is my new Home.
And yes, I don’t feel lonely even if I’m overlanding solo. There is nothing wrong with being ‘alone’ as long as you you are truly happy and that you don’t feel lonely. And even if I will feel lonely (one day, who knows?), there is nothing compared to how extremely lonely I could feel surrounded with many people in my old life.
I’m a solo houseless human living the life which really belongs to my heart. Nothing else.
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