On average I've moved every two years of my life. I never knew what "home" is in a conventional manner, and it's always been a fluid and confusing concept...
But in the last 3 years I've learned that for one week, every year, I have a home. When I arrive, I am greeted with a hug and someone says "welcome home". I have 70 thousand neighbors and all of them care for my well being, and they do not judge me for who I am... In fact in all my life I've been a chameleon. I've always adjusted who I was based on the culture around me. It wasn't until I was in a literal city that was dedicated to letting people be whatever or who ever they want, that I started to find peace in myself.
I've always been searching to experience the greatest things, something to define myself by, and It made me ambitious, it made me competitive. I yearned to see the coolest things and to take part in the most unique events. It wasn't until I went to burning man for the first time, was one of 12 people of those 70 thousand people who decided to skydive, at night, with explosive flares (tied like sticks of dynamite to my chest), that I learned that I was unique enough. But most importantly, with the next year of me telling the story over and over, and with each person not being able to relate... I learned that grand events do not make for the best experiences.
The best experiences are the little ones, like when I had deep conversations with people I just met, or having a moment where my friends were feeling free enough to vent about issues they are having in their lives. Between all the flashy art and events, I personally enjoy the little acts of kindness and love the most. It's the shared experiences that make the large ones worth while..
