Yoga as Home | Musings of a Digital Nomad

“Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.” - Kamand Kojouri

“When I’m 99 years old.”

That’s what I told my mom when she asked if I’d ever leave home. I was 6 years old at the time. She was joking around, asking thought-provoking questions to see what my first-grade brain would do with them.

I told her I wanted to live with her and my dad until I was 99: as though, just one year short of joining the century club, then and only then, would I somehow muster up the motivation to pack my bags and set off on my own. All of course, ignoring the fact that this plan would require my parents to still be alive at the ripe old age of 132 and 141, respectively.

Imagine her surprise, when her 17-year-old daughter chose a university 5 hours away. Then again, at 21 as that same daughter finished her studies and immediately bought a one-way ticket across the country. And again, 8 months later, with a new ticket — this time across the world.

Just shy of my 28th birthday, I’ll be the first to admit, I never saw this coming. I never would’ve thought that little girl’s math would’ve been so off — but I’m damn grateful that it was.

The last decade of my life has revolved almost entirely around travel. Having touched down in 18 different countries, the lessons I’ve come to learn along the way have shaped who I am as a person. My…