Butterfly Migration and Wanderlust

It’s monarch butterfly migration season, and as these fantastic critters travel south, I cannot help but think about my wanderlust. Long before I was a nomad, I used to fantasize about travel. My earliest wanderlust fantasy was of hopping in my car and driving off into the western sunset. My arm would hang out the window on a warm sunny summer day, and I’d laugh as I headed off to places unknown. Even as a child, I always wanted to be somewhere else. Back then, books transported me; later, it was frequent travel, and now it’s life on the road. For almost the last two years, I’ve been a nomad traveling solo, making my way through the U.S., Mexico and Canada. But it took a lifetime to accept my wanderlust and live the life I wanted instead of the one I was sold. I used to believe I was defective. I was supposed to want stability and known things, not constant change and the new, unknown. So, instead of traveling, I followed my parent’s blueprint and lived an entire life. I’ve become a woman, raised my daughter, and built a career. I checked all the boxes; I even excelled. Still, […]

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