Someday, when I can, I’m going to go to Morocco.

And when I get to Marrakech, I’m going to stay here.

That’s all for today.

Gypsy souls are often misunderstood. I’ve had people say “Oh what a nice extended vacation you’re on!”

Vacation? Vacation from what?

Vacation is an escape - and I don’t feel like I am escaping. I am home. What is home? My home is myself - that’s the life of a nomad. My home is wherever I am. Right now that’s Buenos Aires. I’m working while I’m here - almost every day. If I were on vacation I wouldn’t be working. I have picked up my life and moved it to a different place for a while. I am doing the exact same thing I did in Seattle. Same job, same obnoxious alarm clock at 6 in the morning (just ask my roommates), same worries, same bills (but different place to rent), everything is the same except there is more Tango here and I am speaking Spanish on the street.

Nomadic souls aren’t on vacation when we move somewhere for a while. Believe me, I have seen to it that I have some time off while I’m here, but I insist that I am not on vacation and I’m a little tired of hearing it. I’m too productive (work-wise) to be on vacation. Just because I’m freelance doesn’t mean my job is easy or stress free. And just because I’m in a beautiful place and not in the United States doesn’t mean I’m on vacation. And just because I’m freelance and I travel doesn’t mean I have a lot of money. If that were the case I wouldn’t be living in Once, would I?

Someday people will understand us nomads. I have faith.
One thing I know for sure is that I am happier than ever.

Now, back to that translation…