Existential processing over a journey through the Pacific/Northwest | Digital Nomad Diaries
<p>If expressions like “home is where the heart is” and “I left my heart in San Francisco” hit home for me (pun intended), is it some kind of sign that my hometown is <em>the</em> place where I have always belonged the most after all? At this point of my nomading journey, I still debate whether this is the reality — or maybe that’s just the familiar feeling of quite literally staying in your “comfort zone”…</p>
<p>With the Bay Area changing drastically over the last decade, especially around pandemic times, I’ve had an increasingly complex feeling towards my hometown. Despite this, coming home to San Francisco in between constant travel felt like a respite. As I draft this blog post from a noisy 24 hour cafe in Vancouver in this moment, I realize how odd it was to be a nomad in my own hometown- and how stark the transition felt before going into my second leg of the official nomad journey.</p>
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