any nomadic trannies here? i've been a drifter for my whole adult life so far, left my country at 20 and have spent the best part of a decade just doing stints in different cities in different countries and never spending more than a couple of years in the same spot or amassing any significant amount of wealth or possessions. i'm not a very materialistic person so this is fine from my point of view, but in the back of my mind my goal has always been to find my "home" so to speak. lately i've given serious thought to just committing to a nomadic lifestyle, accepting i might just live this way forever because it's how my personality works. anyone here doing the same?
Kinda. Spent a lotta time hitchhiking. Fixing up a motorcycle because hitchhiking got boring and I hated waiting on people for things, or leeching off friends like for places to crash when you're in a town/suburb and don't wanna go through the ordeal of sleeping outside. Feel like there's better things to see than cities and views of roofs from on top of couches. Wanna train hop but honestly scared to go at that alone, it's a bucket list thing. Trying to get a license for a car but it's kinda stalled and for nomadic life, idk. The more space you have the more stuff you fill it with
One thing I'm always conflicted on is the desire to be utilitarian vs every now and then I do feel the need for expression. Can't be very feminine on the road for safety reasons. Hard to justify packing like, a skirt/crop top and any nicer underwear than sports bras or boxers. Sometimes I feel like it's a form of commodity fetishism, to make yourself more desirable to yourself by the clothes (or lingerie) you wear. When all I had was a pack n guitar, every ounce of weight and space mattered so much that I couldn't justify it
I miss it so much but I never knew how to get over the loneliness. It's not the season for travelling right now and I'm broke and thankfully have a place to stay, but... god the desire to hitchhike out and all the good memories really make it hard to stay
Life is hard no matter what, and somehow it was easier to keep living when I knew every day was so pointless and I could die, kill myself, or be killed whenever and the world would go on. Now it feels like I busy myself with surrogate activities because it's harder to stare at that void
The feeling of looking for home is familiar. I've found places that have come close, but honestly seems like home is just where you get stuck.
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Just feeling good to be going somewhere.
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>>40146824Area M in the Berring Sea. All my fellow travel trannies should watch Sans Soleil. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.