I’ve been thinking about this topic recently, because I moved to London just last year, and already, somewhat because of circumstance, I’ve gone from just living there to living nomadicly, and I was surprised that after longing to move to London for years and finally making it, I don’t find myself longing to live there anymore, which begs the question if I wanted to live there per se ever, or if it was just an option for an unaware need to travel that felt achievable at the time.

I’m a bit uneasy about this because there are formalities to living in London that I would likely regret losing if in a year or so my longing to live there reappears.

I suppose writing about it might help reveal my deeper motivations, so it’s a solvable problem. I’ve been a bit shellshocked by everything that happened during my first year there to be honest, so it might be that I just need some space and variation for a while, and that my past joy of living there will reappear. Or it doesn’t, and that’s find too, because then I can always keep living nomadically, or settle in Italy or Copenhagen, or perhaps even have a base in Oslo to travel from. I’m quite lucky, and I think I will figure it out, while in the mean time I get to see all these great places and have all the wine and food and be in the sun and dance through the night and love and lust and be with friends and family.