Now that I think about it, I’ve always being a nomad.
When I was little, my family used to move houses at least once a year. Sometimes, it would be 3 times in a year. Ever since then, I never stopped. Sometimes we spent more time in a place (like our 5 years in the same house in Auckland), but it was never definite. I’m always planning, even if it’s in my dreams, the next move.
I guess it’s never been an issue for me. It was always easy to move from one place to the other, one school to the other, one group of friends to the other.
I think, you know, we get used to leaving things/people/places behind. 25 years ago, it wasn’t easy to keep in touch with people as it is today. I remember my dad, mom, sister and I going, once a month, to a phone booth near us, with an international phone card to call everyone we loved – it had to be late in the night, because of time differences. We spent 2 hours there every single month. It was harder during winter, but summer mosquitoes, ah, they were annoying. And I couldn’t keep any friendship because I couldn’t find what to say to someone who I hadn’t seen in a long time.
It wasn’t bad, you know. I made new friends, I had new experiences, I saw different places, lived in different cultures. I liked it, even though I did (and still do) have a little problem bonding, because I always feel like it’s not going to last anyway.
On a side note, I’m still in contact with people who went to school with me in 4th grade. I’m still friends with people from 6th grade – I’ve seen them kiss for the first time, to start dating, to get married, have babies. I love you, Internet.
My kids have moved a lot since they were born – around 10 times since Melissa was born until our Auckland home. And we covered 4 countries, not counting vacation trips, of course. But they spent 6 years of their lives (or all of it, in Coral’s case) in one single home – that’s half of Melissa’s life. It’s a lot. We even thought our nomad life was over, but of course, it wasn’t. It’s not something that goes away with time. It can be dormant, but it’s always there. I mean, how can one just stop with the wanderlust? I’m pretty sure we can get tired and decide to spend a few years somewhere, but we’ll always end up leaving again – there comes my bonding problem…
Even though I feel a little sad that they’re not gonna grow up with their friends, I truly believe it’s a great opportunity for them – as it’s been for me.
They’ve been learning things we could have never thought them. They teach us things we didn’t know existed. They are more open to trying new things, they’re more patient than they were, and they get very excited about little things (like lasagna). I hope they won’t feel like they’re missing on material stuff, but that they’ve gained a lot in experience.
You know that thing when people pass their childhood home and feel nostalgic? Well, I have that too. Except that it happens a lot more often with me. And I love it! I hope, I really do, that my kids will love it too.
There are challenges, there is great stuff. Just like with any other lifestyle. It’s only a matter of choice because we’re all just different! And it’s a great thing!
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