I read an article a couple of days ago that was written by a woman who has been traveling full-time for a few years. One part of her story was about how she and her husband respond when inevitably asked where they live (as opposed to where they're from). Their response is usually to just say that they live in whatever city they're currently in as everything they own is always with them. I haven't thought about it for a while but I've come to feel that way over the last couple of years. Depending on who asks and the situation, I might answer:
Oceanside, California, United States (my adopted hometown in the U.S.)
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States (where my family is)
and even Bogota, Cundinamarca, Colombia (where Diana's family is)
That got me to thinking about my family and friends spread out all over the world and how, if I'm with them, and especially if my two bags (airlines allow 2 bags/80-100 pounds) of stuff are with me, that's where I live. I don't want to be a nomad forever, just like the woman who wrote the story, but I have been enjoying the experience so far.
Some of the documents (and bad photos) that I carry around with me (counter-clockwise from the passport): U.S. passport, German residency card, Catalunya socialized-medicine health-insurance card, California driver's license, Spain residency card, Stuttgart public-transit system I.D., Barcelona gym membership card, and a Barcelona metro pass (just because).
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