I wonder what it would be like to give up my home – to roam around the state, country, continent and farther without a base in my mind to where I could return. It would be a different sort of homelessness; one in which I couldn’t even claim a city when asked, “Where do you stay?”
“My home,” I would say, “is this planet.”
My new identity would be my domicile – nomad. I am nomad without habitation, without a connection to my foundation. I explore different parts of the world, encountering beings new and different from me.
Then, I expect, my whole self would change, be transformed, even from that former identity as nomad.