It wasn’t until recently that I discovered I am something like a pilgrim.
Not the kind in a weird hat and heavy clothes, boots and stiff jackets and stuff like that. A pilgrim, as in, a wanderer for a home in the depths of my soul.
Every time I go on a journey, I feel I am coming back to myself. Rather than feeling far from home, I feel closer to home. Because wherever I go, there I am. And I like being with me. Me is pretty fun and really open-minded and flexible and adventurous and great.
And when I’m away from home, where I don’t see dishes in the sink or a floor that needs to be vacuumed or beds that need to be made, my perspective widens and becomes clearer. Cleaner. Because at root, I like to wander. I’m a solitary gypsy in modern clothes.
I love meeting people. I love stepping on earth my feet haven’t previously known. I love letting the vastness and beauty of wherever I go become a part of me and live in me. I become that place for a while, and when I leave, it remains in me wherever I go.
So isn’t it appropriate I’ll start out this year’s summer journey in Rome?
What crazy things will I do?
(Don’t worry—probably just eat pasta and look at churches and try to avoid rats.)
Here are the steps on the MotherJana European Tour, a tour she has been longing to go on for a very, very long time.
And anywhere else she decides to stop off, like taking an afternoon nap in lavender fields.
I sort of can’t believe I have this life.
And yet I do. It’s mine.
And I am going to fucking live it. I stayed in the shadows for too long.
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