Balaton Train

As the train is taking me to Lake Balaton, I am reminded of my time spent traveling with my parents across Iberia.

My attraction to travel has never been about walking around new places or visiting monuments, and more about movement itself. There is something about watching landscapes succeeding one another from a window. It’s like staying immobile and seeing the trees, mountains, plains, cities, and seas moving alongside you, accompanying you toward an unknown destination. To see this whole world literally revolving around you is a comforting illusion.   

There is also this idea that was already there, the one consisting in transposing my life from one place to another. Once we would arrive in a new town, I would usually prefer staying inside the comfort of the camping truck and spend my time playing video games, imagining stories, or listening to music. Now an adult, I can only note that this behavior didn’t change much, even though I’ve grown more extroverted: I’d still rather work on something meaningful than just go through every tourist attraction.

I don’t think that digital nomadism is a lifestyle meant for everyone. It’s an integral part of my identity that developed throughout my childhood, and it’s still indirectly governing my life.