I find myself once again in an airport, this time heading to Wisconsin to visit loved ones for the holiday season. I’m getting used to the logistics of the wandering life but am still not quite comfortable with the emotional make-up of it. I am in-betweener by nature, often existing in the grey areas of human duality, but this is the first time I’ve chosen to exist in the no-mans-land of being jobless and houseless. I have found that it comes with its own language. Some people speak the language of the wanderer and some people don’t. Continue reading →