Day 12 of the A to Z Blogging Challenge – Thoughts on Being a Nomad
Love. Another one of those big and meaningful words, like freedom. One can love many things: possessions, animals, people, dreams, activities, hobbies, food, fashion, photo books, memories… the list goes on forever. My deepest love, in no particular order, goes out to nature, family and friends and my husband. Since the first two subjects of my endearment will be covered in future blogs, this one will focus on the purest form of love I have for the person who is closest to me, physically and psychologically.
Loving someone, falling in love and being in love are not the same. As a single nomad, there are plenty of opportunities to love around the globe. I have savored that kind of freedom in the past, not in the least because of the fact that you decide your own fate. If you really like someone when on an extended trip, you hang out with him (or her) and, once you are “getting bored” with your company, you move on. It was a liberating way of life. But… while I thoroughly enjoy being and traveling alone, experiences are better shared with a lifelong partner. It can get lonely out there (my second choice as an L-word) and two peas in a pod make a better and safer combo!
During my lifetime, I have fallen in love twice and I am still in love with the last recipient of these emotions. Mark and I have been together for over 11 years and it is because of our love for each other that we have survived many obstacles, physically and psychologically. Love is the strongest glue to keep two people together, nomads or not. Love is what formed us into a perfect team while sailing our boat for eight years and what brought us peace, understanding, respect, tolerance, patience, compassion and tenderness towards each other ever since. I say, “Cheers to love!” 🙂
Have you fallen in love before? What (or who) do you love these days? What does love mean to you?
I’m looking forward to reading your comments, sharing my Roaming About posts on Facebook (just “like” to the right) and writing the next – oh so important – installment of Thoughts on Being a Nomad: “M is for Money”.