Every time I’m trying to mentally comfort myself enough to fall asleep in a tent or in a friend’s guest room or on a foreign couch, I find that I have to place myself in the moment, and make it home, even just for a second.
The bills you haven’t paid can wait. You’re busy making your bed.
Tell them that the plumbing isn’t working. You’ve been using your neighbor’s bathroom and showering at the gym. If they don’t believe you and show up anyway, stop flushing the toilets.
Is wanderlust something that humans are naturally interested in or is stability a more common desire?
The idea behind this story is that due to the fact that we Millennials have been cooped up in our apartments, or parent’s basements – that we will in the next 10 years – bust out, and say “Enough is enough!”
But that decision — the one of leaving your home for some other country where you’d have an opportunity of some kind, be that education, career, love or even freedom of speech — you will always come back to it and roll it in the back of your mind.
In the beginning, everything is paradise.
My “home” is far too dependent on an ever-changing plethora of experiences, people, and memories to be contained within a city, a state, or a region.
If this girl has a wallet by her bed, you should be worried. Either she obsessively peruses online sales at her favorite stores or she’s ordering takeout in bed.
Your parents vacillate between viewing you as a guest who shouldn’t have to lift a finger and an excellent source of free labor.