When I was a child playing with the other kids at school
I would often stop and look up at the big blue sky
And sometimes I would see something way up there flying
A big plane cutting through the clouds going somewhere
And do you know what I would do when I saw one?
I would wave up towards it saying hello
Foolishly thinking that the people up there could see me
I guess back then I knew I wanted to be up there
As I got older I realized that travel was in my blood
At first it was not to explore and learn but simply to get away
If I ever recounted my life story it would start off more like drama
Then pursued by comedy and adventure thank goodness
Yet in the beginning I was lost in the place I once called home
Although I got along with everybody it was only that
There was something missing as if I wasn’t reaching potential
As I reached my teenage years and beyond I still looked at the sky
Mostly at night now so that I can try and gaze at the stars
How often do people even do that little thing these days
And I never waved up at the stars but instead I thought
Thinking of those out there who share similar roads
See I was always curious about others out of town
I knew they existed but I didn’t know their face or name
Perhaps they thought the same as me if they wandered
I was grateful for what I had here yet something called to me
Or maybe it was someone or several people out there
Whether it was across the state, a few states over or across the country
In another land or even on the other side of the world I knew
That there were people out there who had that same fire in their eyes
The one that hungered for adventure and memories everyday
And when I became old enough I finally set out to find them
Throughout each year I took time off to venture abroad
To random various parts of the globe that called to me
From Chicago to London, Toronto to Sydney, Izmir to Athens
Moscow to Cairo, Tokyo to Rome, Santiago to Barcelona
All that and more were visited, all that and more were found
You find people you never knew existed but now you do
Fellow travelers, homegrown folks, returning nomads
Those people you end up saying “How have we not met before”
As if you could’ve been friends all your life yet it’s funny
Because we need our journey & experience to get to this special point
Years have passed and I created many stories along the way
I’ve also found a group of those I can finally call my family
See a home is not just one place, but moments where you feel loved
Although we lived far away, we found each other and connected
Now we ride together through this strange journey of life
And every time I’m on a plane, by the window, I look down and wave
At the next future traveler who’s in the same shoes I once was
Take chances kid because you’re not foolish at all to aspire
Find your home and, who knows, you may run into us one day. . .
Novatourist 