Nomad

I grew up in a small town, in a small country,
It always felt suffocating and backwards.
Different was bad - personality, race, sexual orientation, feelings -
Everything had to be in a certain way, living carefully to not break the mould.

At nineteen I shyly moved out of the city, into the capital, on my own.
And since that first step, I always looked forward towards my next one.
I was still where I didn’t belong, but one step closer to my goal.

Four years later, changed countries.
With only a degree in my name,
I dreamed of making it in London!
First year went by with no job prospects,
But a good batch of friends, finally.
For the first time in my life,
Society didn’t give a single fuck about
Who I was,
Who I was attracted to,
How I was a tad different.
This, I call, my heart’s home.

Five years later I packed up and moved again,
This time for the sunny, hilly Portugal,
With their colour not only on their buildings,
But in people’s smiles too.
I visited it once, by happenstance,
And fell in love with its streets and people.
Stayed for two beautiful years there,
Years where I’ve met more happiness that I could ever imagine.
I saw the city through local hearts and stomachs,
This is where I’ve encountered Nirvana;
This is my soul’s home.

For three months I’ve lived in crazy Florida,
Where I fell in love with human character.
Also, is where I met my soulmate face to face,
So this will always be the happiest I’ve been on this planet.

For the past year I’ve been in the curious Albanian cities,
Where I’ve learned what kind of love I actually deserve.
I even think the best one
Is the love that teaches you
How to love yourself.
This is my carefully built shelter,
Where I’ll emerge like a butterfly,
Ready to fly away and be part of this beautiful world again.

I cannot wait to see what this Earth has to offer me next,
I am so in love with it.