SAFE

For the past nearly 3 years, I have been on a quest. Roaming the world; running from myself and my past life, and chasing after an elusive dream as a free gay man. Mostly having absolutely no idea what I was doing or where I was headed.

I’ve been exploring, searching for my true identity, looking for meaning and redefining my purpose and reason for being.

Drastically upending and severing my life as I knew it, left me critically exposed and vulnerable. Personal safety should have been more of a concern. But at the time, I really didn’t care.

From trains, planes, and automobiles to Airbnbs, hotels, hostels, beaches and stranger’s beds. From pubs, saloons, restaurants, and holes-in-walls, I managed to survive from sunrise to sunset. Getting from point to point; a safe place to sleep and where to eat, was all that mattered.

And no one knew where I was, or seemed to care.

But over the past several months, I have settled in a home in Mexico (never considered living outside the US), and finally feel safe and secure. I’m nurturing a chosen family and feel loved and appreciated. In some respects, the first time in my life. A nomadic life was exciting, for a time, but I discovered I needed a homebase – community – and I have found it in San Miguel de Allende.

I’m still searching for my ultimate destination, both emotionally and physically, but at least now I have a secured place to work from.

Safety gives me the freedom to focus on other aspects of my life.