At Home On The Road: My Life As A Bicycle Traveler

There are moments when traveling with my bicycle when I feel completely at home and at peace. While camping for two nights in Utrecht, Netherlands at a run-down campsite just outside the city center, I was filled with a complete sense of belonging. It felt good to be there. I was at home in my tent at night and walking around the city during the day. But it wasn’t about the place. It was just where I was at that point in my journey. After nearly two months of bicycle touring, I felt like the road was no longer a stranger, but a close friend. I was no longer a traveler. I was at home.

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