humanity

If nothing else, travel opens your eyes to the colorful quilt that is humankind.

Feels Like Home
I’ve always had this wanderlust inside of me. A restlessness that simply wouldn’t let go. From my earliest years, I remember the little explorer in me running off to the vast forest behind our family home. That little girl would skip and twirl in the dappled light filtered by a million leaves! Or is it a million and one? She’d try to count them all, lose her place and have to start all over again. Inevitably, she’d tire, pause to rest in a patch of sun and fall asleep from her efforts. The magic of the day would begin in the still of the moment at sunrise. From her bedroom window, she’d watch the sky magically come alive cascading from darkness to deep indigo, to hues of pink, rising in a crescendo of fiery orange! The glow would be heart stopping, then just as suddenly – Poof! Gone in a flash! She’d open her window, to try to catch the magic in her tiny hand. The challenge was to hold on to that magic you see! To carry it with you all day; To blow on a dandelion that had gone to seed and make a wish; To run and catch the end of the rainbow; To live the most each day!
By Julie Godfrey5 years ago in Wander
Rainstorm
Yesterday, I got caught in a rainstorm. I wanted to go for a walk, to prepare for all the hiking I plan on doing in March. I ended up going further than I planned and got stuck under that bat bridge for about forty minutes. My dad did come and pick me up, as he was on his way home from work and we now live together. I felt a little like a child, embarrassed only to myself that I needed saving. I was ill prepared. I didn’t even think about the rain, I just ran out there because I really wanted to. And for it, I got soaked, stranded, frozen. And I loved it.
By Nick Blocha5 years ago in Wander
1 BRIDGE Home Is Home
Home Is where the heart pumps, through the air we breathe through the streets we grieve hoping the same beliefs, building the wall of expression the life of lessons striving through the oppression and systematic depressions, what comes from these deep rooted tree that once was a seed that was planted to in the middle of pain. First the grain from which I came upright. The streets always had a bad name, whats the results of struggle some make ways out of what's given also trying to reach opportunity which seems like reaching to the moon and underneath those stars we may gaze up to dreams to reality and the choices made can change an individuals life at the snap of a finger. Wonder you could be here one minute enjoying your life and the next minute may not be so promising as we all are still enduring (2020) in this pandemic. Growth leads to great accomplishment so every minute of the road begins and the path leads to the Bridge or should I say the soul of the streets.
By VLit1015 years ago in Wander
Brooklyn
My Name is Terrell and my hometown is Brooklyn, NY. What I love bout Brooklyn is the diversity and creative nature of the town. Brooklyn has a reputation for being a hard-nosed, tough town that has birth some very creative and influential people. New York City as a whole is one of, if not the most diverse city in the world, and Brooklyn is a direct reflection of that. The biggest difference between Brooklyn and Manhattan is the diversity in neighborhoods. Manhattan has a lot of people of different ethnicities and nationalities together. Brooklyn on the other hand has various neighborhoods of different nationalities, which really allows you to see how different cultures live.
By Terrell Ray5 years ago in Wander
My Home
There have been so many times I’ve said, “I am going home” referring to a place that was not actually my home. Like the times I’ve been on vacation and told a group of new friends I just met that I was “heading home”, but really I was just going back to the cute little Airbnb I’d rented for the week. It was not really home, but it felt that way while I was there. I am sure many of you can relate. I tend to be on the more adaptable side, making myself comfortable in these places. Forgetting that after seven or ten, days I will no longer be there. I will pack up my things and go back to my “real” home. There’s a specific feeling there - when you’ve gotten used to this new space, and your new surroundings. But, at the same time, you’re yearning to be in your own bed, in your own house. And you cannot wait to get home. Home, what does it mean?
By Christina Viola5 years ago in Wander
Old Stomping Grounds
There is a term I like to throw around when discussing the best hometown features and reminiscing good old nostalgia. Its coined old stomping grounds! (Where I'm not actually stomping ground, ya know its um...a figure of speech, an idiom as you will. Gosh, who remembers those?!)
By Mark Smith5 years ago in Wander
On Traveling
I’ve settled into a quasi-routine in my life back at home, filling days with spin classes and Word documents and what probably averages out to five cups of coffee per day. It’s a lovely routine, but it is just that — a routine. And I’ve come to realize that nothing should be routine in your 20s.
By Maija-Liisa Ehlinger5 years ago in Wander
Welcome to Depew
My hometown has a population of around 550 people, not counting cousins who visit extended family members until their earlier transgressions subside enough for them to return home. The population of Depew, Oklahoma, America has neither swollen nor retracted to any noticeable degree over the past fifty years, but I prefer to use the cousin analogy. I would rather spin a story than recite dry facts.
By Jay Michael Jones5 years ago in Wander
Burger King is my spirit animal
But I suppose I should start at the beginning. Growing up, I was pretty sure I was part wolf. I mean, everything about them was so cool, from the howl to the pack mentality and even how they waited until dark to hunt their prey.
By Rick Martinez5 years ago in Wander
Once, my hometown.
When growing up in my hometown, I was in a bubble that I created myself but looking back I can see that the place I grew up in, created that bubble instead.
By Matthew Grantham5 years ago in Wander
For a Moment, I Felt the Pandemic Took the Life Out of London
1. It was supposed to be an assignment like many others. I’ve been a TV journalist for many years, filmed in some of the craziest locations and situations. Never have I thought, when asked to film a day of walking around in the empty streets of locked-down London, that this would be a story that would affect me as much.
By Elad Simchayoff5 years ago in Wander
To Live in a Rainbow
I was born and raised in the Midwest, but my heart and soul have always belonged to the sea. Maybe it's because I am a Pisces; I was twelve years old when I told my dad out of the blue one day, "When I turn eighteen, I'm moving to California and I'm never coming back."
By Jenny 5 years ago in Wander