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The Railroad Tracks to My Past
As the years pass and the collection of places I have called home grows, I am starting to appreciate that I will carry pieces of each with me. As I prepare to embark on a nomadic lifestyle by living out of a converted school bus, the idea of home is on my mind. Indulge me in nostalgia as I explore my conceptual building blocks of home, while paying homage to the first and longest place that I have ever lived.
By Emma Bradley-Island5 years ago in Wander
A Place so Very Disconnected
There is a strange disconnect from the places you lived when you had spent most of your life moving. You never quite feel at home anywhere. I spent a great deal of my life moving from place to place, country to country, and city to city. However, my grandmother's house, in a small isolated village in Belarus, will always be the place I consider to have had the most significant impact during my childhood.
By Nina Karatkevich5 years ago in Wander
My Hometown Wrecked My Life. Top Story - February 2021.
McCarthy, Alaska wrecked my life. I had a map and a compass heading, that felt sure and steady. I put roots down in a sweet mountain valley in Southern Oregon with lush, organic farms and down-to-earth people choosing to live close to the land. Folks here raise kids, food, herbs, and the vibration of this planet.
By Michelle McAfee5 years ago in Wander
Oxford. Top Story - February 2021.
I wish to explore the lesser-known Oxford - a city nestled within the central rolling hills of England. The dreaming spires and distinctive golden oolitic limestone that stands brightly over cobbled streets, shadowed by crowds of tourists, students and locals already get much rightly-earned acclaim, but there is also so much to celebrate in the margins, the green outskirts and verdant parks, meadows and rivers that cushion this beautiful city. I was not born here, but it is truly the town that is my home.
By Georgia Melodie Hole5 years ago in Wander
5 Days in the Scottish Highlands
Refreshed and dry, with our kit organised and a slight hangover from excessive prosecco the night before, we set off from the hotel with Ali behind the wheel. That didn't last long – he played the ‘Birthday’ trump card to instead relax in the passenger seat taking pictures and eating my half of the snacks.
By Ben Gregory5 years ago in Wander
Beach Haven
What started as a visit with some old friends a long time ago, became a place I would later call home. Little to my knowledge I would be calling the town I ventured to my residence. With many places I have yet had the opportunity of seeing, and many things I have not had the chance, time or opportunity of doing. The beautiful town of Imperial Beach in San Diego California has become my home. Growing up in the Land of 10,000 lakes with ice cold winters I had always wanted to live on the beach where I could swim and surf everyday and the water was warm. Although the water is cold, and I don't have the time for swimming and surfing in the waters and don't have a surfboard, I live within a mile. With my time spoken for and a lot of things I would rather be doing, the blissful waves, friendly faces, and quiet town has still grown on me quickly.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Wander
Peace Among The Peaks
The term "Home" is a multi-faceted word; going beyond the simple definition of a 'permanent place of residence among a family household'. This concept of having four walls, and roof over your head, diminishes the true meaning of the word. To me, it is the wave of inescapable bliss that invades every cell of your body when you realize: home has always resided within our own souls. Known as ‘Querencia’, it is the “place in which one’s strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self”.
By Mindfully Wandering5 years ago in Wander
My City, My Home, My Comfort
There have been many times, more than I care to remember, when I have spoken about moving away. "Let's move to .... " or "How about living in ... ". It's very easy to become despondent to your home, the very place that bore you and watched you grow from the helpless baby you were to the hopeless adult you've become.
By David Dimbleby5 years ago in Wander
