There was a boy, a very strange, enchanted boy.
They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea.
He was almost precisely four years ago. I took off on a long journey for Africa, Australia, Asia.
It turned out to be the beginning of what is now a four-year journey.
A four-year trip of being a unrooted, homeless, nomad, time-traveling, gypsy, Jedi, time-lord, whatever.
And it kind of started because I just wanted to do something completely different with my life.
I just sold all of my things, except for the personal items. I sold my flat.
I reduced my entire existence, basically, down to two bags.
That kind of set me off on a course, which four years later still has me traveling the entire world.
I always wanted to go that way. Some of my fondest memories as a kid, when I grew up in a dairy farm,
was taking the dogs and go for a very long walk out in the field, very far out.
I just wandered around, kind of escaping, just being me and my thoughts and the dogs and the landscape.
That was actually when I started traveling. This experience trying to recreate that was kind of the search for
wide-open spaces, the search for these places, again, where I could just escape and be myself.
I was a big part of it for a while, so I've always wanted to escape.
I am constantly searching to fill a need inside me, a hole inside me, for new experiences,
new people, new places to go.
Okay, you just need distractions from things I'm running away from or problems that don't want to face
or can't bear to think about, and I'm still searching.
I have a talent for getting restless no matter where I am.
You kind of think, with all I've seen over four years, I would be maybe slowing down a little bit,
but it sometimes appears that I have to speed it up.
I have to move. I take it in quicker than I used to, so I have to keep moving.
I have this saying that I have to keep moving, otherwise the shadows will catch up.
Once you get into this rhythm of moving around a lot, finding yourself living in Asia,
living in Australia, visiting friends in Africa, going to South America for the first time,
meeting new people, learning new languages, changing your place,
changing and just grabbing your bags and going, I'm in a new place. That becomes so ridiculously,
very, very addictive, because there's nothing like it.
Every time I've come back to Copenhagen, this is my home city, and figured it's time for a little break.
It's time for me to have a home, settle down myself, settle my mind for a bit, give it a bit of peace,
give it its own, time to occasionally heal itself, which is necessary.
I get bored. I have wonderlust. I have this craving now for new experiences, new places.
And it's a bit like a drug, I guess. It's very addictive in a way that it's really hard for me in an everyday routine
to experiences. And there are plenty of people who really like the everyday life.
I used to have one. You know what's going to happen basically. You have a routine set down.
You have a place you live, people you see, places you go, and I grew to hate that.
For me, that is everyday life. It's just death by repetition.
It's also the lost for new adventures, new places. There's nothing like landing in Guatemala or Peru
or any country basically in the world. I haven't been. Everything is fresh or new.
It's like being born again. It's like being a kid again.
If you ask most people, would you want to travel forever?
Normally they would say yes right away. They might think about it and think,
no, maybe I kind of like coming home from holiday again. But you still kind of think it must be absolutely awesome
being on holiday forever.
So people tend to think that living like this is like either being on holiday all the time
or it's like traveling all the time.
For me, it's just living. And I guess the travel part is when I move around.
But the kind of thing that I kind of change in this living in my life is the fact that I quite often live in new places.
So there's all of this new stuff to learn, which I love.
But it is definitely nothing like a holiday. It's nothing like even traveling.
The actual travel part is probably the part that after four years I really, really hate.
I hate all that part. I hate, quite often hate not having a home.
Because it's so unsettling. But it's all worth it on the good days.
On the good days, there is almost no limit. Everything feels possible.
I almost feel like I can fly. I can time travel.
The feeling of freedom is one of the most important aspects of my entire life.
And it's kind of what I am also chasing. It goes back to the entire wide-open space as a kid thing.
Freedom is one incredibly important aspect of it. And that's what it's so good about.
The good days is when everything comes together.
I'm free. I can go wherever I want. I'm in an awesome place.
Maybe doing good work and meeting some awesome people.
And it all feels like it will never end. And it is the best way of living I've ever experienced.
It's just life. But it's quite often life magnified.
You just get to experience everything without filters.
And you get to experience everything at full force. Because you don't have a comfort sound.
And very often I'm away from all my friends as well.
So you get to feel everything very, very full on.
And that is definitely part of the attraction as well.
I've found lots of things. I've found many people that I love.
Many people that have become awesome friends. Many places that I now love.
And I do call them who. I just have many of them.
