When I was younger, I wanted to be a traveler. I wanted to be exciting. Daring. Adventurous. I wanted to be unique and wanted. Guess every kid goes through that. It didn’t matter where I went, I just wanted that experience of people recognizing me and seeking me out to tell them of my adventures. I wanted that recognition.
It’s nowhere near what I dreamed it would be. The long empty days of just getting to the new destination. The days of being by yourself. The initial distrust that people have when you have entered their community. Realizing that most people are more acquaintances than friends. Worst of all… the idea that people wouldn’t care if you were there or gone. You are a transient. Not a part of someone else’s life but a decoration or a distraction from their normal everyday existence.