In the last few years, I’ve become addicted to mobility. My office fits in my backpack and I even have a “go bag” in my closet– the essentials I might want if a great adventure arises and I need to be going in a hurry.
Nearly every commitment and obligation I make is measured with how constraining it is.. I’m interested in work I can do from anywhere– and commitments I can keep from a distance.
It’s not because I don’t love my home and my life, I do. I just don’t think those two things have much to do with a physical location.
“Maybe your country is only a place you make up in your own mind. Something you dream about and sing about. Maybe it’s not a place on the map at all, but just a story full of people you meet and places you visit, full of books and films you’ve been to. I’m not afraid of being homesick and having no language to live in. I don’t have to be like anyone else. I’m walking on the wall and nobody can stop me.”
― Hugo Hamilton, The Speckled People: A Memoir of a Half-Irish Childhood