Ok so I basically lived on the road since I was 18 either traveling by van, car camping or backpacking/thumbing the country. I spent over a year even as a solo woman backpacking and thumbing the west. I traveled nearly all the western states via thumb or on foot. Every night was the stars and every morning to wake up to some new or camp location I ended up by chance to the sunrise and morning dew. Its hard to explain but life circumstances pushed me back indoors and I have to live inside now . Its been a hard adjustment for me mentally yet my old lifestyle was a different chapter, different time and different mental health state. Anyone else have issues after moving back indoors and suggestions on how to bridge the gap of the lifestyles? I find myself on a bad day daydreaming of good packs and just walking away again to the unknown and into the home of the world and how it held me so. Yet the world seems different than it did when I was on the road. Not just covid but a bit darker but that possibly could be due to some traumatic events eventually my travel led me to as well so possibly it was the view change and some bad luck that changed the road for me. I find myself trying to find meaning in the day to day life off the road and I do find meaning in family but I find myself depressed often. It was almost as if it was in my blood going back to the original wanderers and the only escape to depression and monotony was that form of travel and connection to nature as well as the lifestyle of the free roaming highway. If I could play an instrument and I have tried I would write instrumentals on my travels just to express the feeling because words do no justice. I know people may recommend to try this and I have already.. but possibly will get back to it again. I just loved the culture of moving and being so free and at times even forced into it and rather than being homeless finding a home alone in the world everywhere I went and it being enough. Then moving indoors thinking I would enjoy once when I daydreamed of an easier life of enjoying it but I find it so stagnant and myself lonely often. Its bizarre bc on the road I was often alone yet not so lonely. Anyone else once out there and for some reason not able to anymore for ever reason? If you ever desire a penpal keep me in mind. I just find myself staring out the windows daydreaming sometimes but also in the pits of depression. I know all the obvious recommendations to get into art or craft. I just do not feel the inspiration yet to move me to do so. It just made sense to wander once and I wasnt lost.. i was just wandering and somehow I fit somewhere into some lifestyle that held me when nothing else did.