Lost on Planet USA











When I decided to live a nomadic life I never anticipated what some of the challenges and complications could be. I knew there would be, “unknown, unknowns” but luckily, so far they have been few and with patience and the right help – manageable. Moving from country to country can sometimes be a bureaucratic challenge. Sometimes closing chapters of the past requires a physical presence. I however learned long ago that with every problem comes opportunity and more recently found that the difference between an ordeal and an adventure boils down to attitude.

In 2011 I decided to change my life and pursue adventures instead of comfort and possessions. My goal is to travel the world; one country at a time, one year at a time. I had anticipated that I would from time to time return to the United States to work on projects, visit with friends and family, and deal with more mundane bureaucratic chores. What I had not really planned for was the challenge of being “homeless” while I am here.

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When I announced to my friends and family that I would be back in the US for a few weeks I expected that we would have some amazing reunions. I never underestimated anything, but as usual, I am humbled by the enthusiasm and generosity of my family and friends. Being a neo-nomad implies time spent traveling. But what has become somewhat bureaucratically extended is turning into a great visit savoring areas where I have only scratched the surface before and seeing new places in what was my own backyard.

So, before the adventure continues overseas I still have some work to get done here, some questions to get answered and more to experience in the United States. I have more stories from Mexico to put out on this site, other professional writing projects to complete and some photography work to complete. As usual, I am grateful, smiling and overwhelmed by how amazingly wonderful some people can be. I know home is where the heart is and my geography will change soon. I can hear the “Tell-Tale Heart” of change beating in my ears, but for a short while longer, home is wherever the wind blows me or love of family and friends pulls me within the country of my birth and I having a ball. I am having a ball and I want to thank everyone that is making it happen.