Nomadic life is what I know.
As early as age 9, I lived the life of a nomad.
Changed schools 4 times,
then dorm life at the college,
and flew over to the other side of the Atlantic for the grad school,
which kicked off my official expat life, lasted till this day.

"Home" has been a concept I questioned a lot.
A lot.
Home is where the heart is, they say.
True maybe, but what about the logistics side of things?
Which address to give to the tax office,
if you don't know where you might be in the next 3 months?
Or who will be your emergency contact,
when continents separate you from all the familiar faces?

Nomadic life is what I know.
Pack light, travel far.
The only thing I need in my carry over,
is the faces and places that changed me,
and gave me the gift of a nomadic life.