As someone interested in writing, I am often watching people. That means placing different individuals in imaginary stereotyped boxes and trying to make sense of different groups of people, which later helps me to create believable characters in my stories.
However, last summer 2015 in Estonia, I came across an interesting specimen, Nicolas, a poet and a traveller, who I was struggling to make sense of. I had never met anyone like him before or even if I had, they didn't quite give off the same vibe as he did.
What made him special was the way he was unable to explain where exactly he was from or where he belonged. You see, he was from everywhere. Since that time I have magically started coming across many other people alike - people who have spent the last 20 years travelling, to an extent where some of them 'Haven't stayed in one place longer than 6 months in the last decade.'
I realise now that the last 4 years in London were just the beginning, that when my friend Phil tried to empathise with my now seemingly meaningless identity crisis (too Estonian to be English and too English to be Estonian), he was probably thinking about a similar concept, how there are no cultural boundaries to our identity.
This reminds me that all my life, I have been a loner, like a fox - quietly keeping an eye on stuff, getting along with everybody, but never really belonging anywhere. But perhaps that is something that makes a traveller, well, traveller? Ability to cruise along, through different groups and countries, without becoming too attached to places and people.. That said, I don't want you to think I'm disloyal, no, once I befriend someone, they're stuck with me for life.
Also, it's quite funny thinking back now how four years ago when I first arrived in London, I genuinely felt like I would want to spend the rest of my life here..
I'm glad I outgrew such scary thought.
So yeah, this is how it begins, yet another adventure, far out from the norms set out by the superficial society we live in.
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