Why I’m No Longer Travelling Full Time.

For a long time, I’ve wandered the world in search of the perfect place to call home.

But subconsciously, I’ve always waited for places to reveal their imperfections, and push me away. Chiang Mai got too busy, Guatemala was too far, New York was too expensive, Uttarakhand lacked an international flavor, Tbilisi’s visa norms had become too random, and so on.

Deep down, I guess I knew that a perfect place does not exist. But leaving one meant seeking another, and then another.

Even as I f...