So around this time in December I left my sweet and cosy homeland Lithuania and went on an adventure that so far is lasting 10 years.
I didn't leave my country because I was looking for a job, I didn't leave my country for looking for love or security or greener grass, not even an escape of cold and long winters in Lithuania. No, I had that sweet feeling of curiosity, of not knowing the world, of not meeting enough different people in my homeland. I was not running away, I was thirsty for an adventure and colourful life.
Since young age I moved a lot. I was always involved with so many different passions, hobbies and new ideas. Like that I felt that I lived the fullest. I am envious of people who can stay still because in my opinion it is a quality that is so hard for me to reach.
I knew from a young age that money or career ar any of those things that were mentioned thousand times while at school, would not bring me any happiness. My happiness was to follow my passions, to follow that sense of coming adventure.
Of course, I am extremely lucky. I had pretty sweet deal, my family was healthy, myself too, I didn't have a boyfriend who would be stopping me from leaving. So I just packed my bag and left to the unknown. Well, I did actually know where I was going-to be precise here, Romania was my destination. But I didn't know what to expect from that big wide world outside my comfort bubble.
And that's how it started. Other countries followed, other experiences, other activities, other hobbies. Everytime I would move to a new place I would love that feeling of being a complete foreigner, a fresh and empty canvas ready to be painted on. It scared me lots, hell, some of the experiences I would probably never repeat, but it gave me this kind of a traveller skin. The skin that can endure much more than before.
Life continued beautifully. Mostly because of people that I met. The souls that touched my soul, the people that left big footprints in my life. My teachers, my lovers, my soulmates, my best friends. The countries changed, the landscapes changed but this sweet feeling of nomadic life continued.
It's been 10 years that I've been living such life. And each year I ask myself a question. Is it still worth it? Does it make me happy? Do all the sacrifices for such lifestyle are worth it? So far my answer has been yes. But who knows what future can bring.
I am not always happy. I feel lonely and sad sometimes, to be away from my sweet mum, to not see my friends growing and not being there for them. Relationships become more complicated, the society pressure of convincing me to settle down and get some material possesions, the age thing. All these things come to my mind from time to time.
But then I look around at the stunning places that normally are my home for a year or so. I look at the inspiring and kind and loving people around me. And that sweet sweet feeling of being free and living the life the way I want to, not following any certain rules created for masses, being different, seing different. And that what makes me continue. That feeling makes my feet stay itchy for moving. For learning, for growing. I know it's not the same for everybody. But I think after all these years I have come to realise that perhaps that's my life recipe. And sometimes it's difficult to find all the right ingredients, but I am mostly happy with a result that I get. So far at least.
So yeah, a bit soapy me, talking about myself, reflecting and celebrating inside such wonderful lifestyle. I hope you all find your life recipes.
I love you all <3
P.S. Some old pics from facebook!
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