Is there a proper word to describe the strange feeling of not finding a home? I mean, not feeling comfortable anywhere?
I had this when I moved around a lot, I developed the sense of not being home even in my family house where I grew up. I was a wanderer craving for a corner I would want to go when too tired or too miserable.
In 2016 I had my first serious camping experience in the pine forests surrounding Lake Sevan in Armenia. And I immediately knew I wanted to be out of daily routine, out of urban vibes and just get absorbed in the nature.
So, one day in that very campsite, under the brightest stars I had ever seen, I found the most important thought finally formulated in my brain (or wherever it is that ideas and thoughts come from): I am home.
I had this feeling when gathering wood for the campfire, when dancing around it in the dark and yawning at 10 p.m., waking up at 5 a.m. not to miss the sunrise, going to pee in the forest and coming back with mushrooms, experimenting with food and thanking the nature, enjoying each moment to its fullest. This is how I acquired the most beautiful one of all my addictions that healed my soul: camping.
After taking my MA I quit searching for a job and founded "Campocracy" adventure club developing camping culture as an alternative way of small-budget travelling. Now "Campocracy" is organizing camping tours including non-formal education elements, and offering camping and hiking equipment to be bought or rented.
And all of you, Pandas, have you heard about Armenia, Georgia (country) or visited them or do you even know where they are located on the map? If one day you decide to come to this region and won't want to waste much, you can always choose to camp. And remember, camping is healing souls.
More info: campocracy.am
A good morning picture at the river bank while camping in Georgia (country)
campfire blues
camping is all about rest
camping in Kojori, Georgia
camping at.. everywhere possible
camp, camp, camp!