Life as a Nomad | Changing My Perspective
MEET YOONA
A Southeast Nomad
In a flurry of state lines, leftover pizza, breathtaking scenery, early mornings, and ice storms, my first two weeks as a nomad have come and gone. There have been bouts of laughter, a sprinkling of tears, and many lessons already learned. If I had to think of a theme for the first fifth of tour, I would choose unexpected people.
Having lived in one town since I was five, I realize that I unconsciously expected everyone to be a version of my already familiar community, but that image was shattered as I began meeting people on the road.
The audience at our first event was composed of mostly older individuals. I worried that they wouldn’t take us seriously or be interested in getting involved, but as I spoke from the stage, I met eyes with a woman crying in the audience. My mind went blank with surprise and I had to scramble for the next words. After the event, my team and I looked over the donations and had to keep back tears when we saw just how generous the people had been.
During our second week, we had a very different event at a high school. I entered this experience nervous that the students would be rowdy or uninterested. But, once again, I was humbled by their excitement and heartened by their support. When several of the students came up after the presentation to express their enthusiasm for getting involved, I was both grateful and inspired.
These encounters have made me aware of my own prejudices and given me the courage to throw them away. Meeting these extraordinary people has already made my LiNK journey one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.
Yoona
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