From the high Himalayas up the North to down southern Pacific and Atlantic. The first sight of these majestic entities of nature always makes the heart skip a beat for a fleeting moment. But then seconds later, it’s all gone and then there I am, same old me, trying to escape this mundanity yet again. Sometimes, the emptiness inside makes me wonder what is this unguided voyage for ? What am I actually seeking ? I eventually realize it’s not just me and there is no answer at all. At such moment, I always remember the impromptu conversation I had with an old friend.

Me: Sometimes, I fucking don’t understand what I am seeking.

He: My friend, you are seeking home away from home !

I am starting to believe he might be right. Interestingly today, I stumbled onto a short poem(Diaspora blues) by Ijeoma Umebinyuo which hit it quite right.

So, here you are

too foreign for home

too foreign for here.

Never enough for both.

But then I also know, this fleeting feeling disappears instantly and another morning I carry a bagpack and venture out for next voyage just to escape home. Oh this pretty little anomaly we dwell within !!