WanDRILust
- Drishti Nanwani
- Jan 19, 2017
- 3 min read
I want to travel the world....
I want to leave no stone unturned. I want to see every country on every continent on our beautiful planet Earth.
I want to immerse myself in every culture and taste every cuisine and meet all sorts of amazing interesting people.
I am just so hungry for it!

I need Aladdin and his magic carpet to show up and take me on a magic carpet ride.
Does anyone else ever feel like they have wasted too much time living in one place? We all need to have a place to call home, and I get that but recently I am finding the concept a little limiting. Maybe Anna was right, maybe home isn't a place but a person....

A little background.... I was born in Jakarta, Indonesia to an Indian Family, however have never lived in India. When I was five, my family and I moved to Sydney, Australia. I lived in Sydney for 19 years and completed all of my formal education there; from grade 1 to my university graduation.
About a year after we moved to Sydney though, my father moved back to Indonesia for work and my parents split up. When I graduated from High School, my mother moved to India to be with her parents and I started to live in Sydney on my own.
Late 2015, after having lived in Sydney on my own for five years, I decided to move back to Jakarta for a while and spend some time with my family over here. I have been back here for about a year and a half now and am looking towards the next chapter in my life: My Masters in Primary and Secondary Education at Monash University in Melbourne!

I turned 25 in November. Being back in Indonesia, I was given work opportunities that I would not have gotten in Australia and now that I have finally found a career that I am truly passionate about and love, I am really excited about furthering my prospects in teaching.
Indian by background, Indonesian by birth and citizenship, Australian by upbringing and education. Sounds very multicultural to some... but where is my home? It isn't India, that's for sure. I thought it was Sydney for a long time, but I have been away for over a year and I really don't miss it that much. Legally it is Jakarta, and I suppose it does feel like home, but no more so than Sydney did, and it was easy enough for me to leave Sydney behind...
I feel as though I have limited myself to Sydney and Jakarta for such a long time now and I barely even know what else is out there. People say I travel a lot and I guess I do, but it is usually between Australia, Indonesia, India and Singapore (my mother moved back to her birth place around the same time that I did).

I have friends who get to see new places at least once or twice a year. I have been fighting for this same privilege a little more in the last twelve months and as a result I have recently added Dubai, Perth and recently, New Zealand to my list, however I still feel like I have so much to catch up on!

Maybe I haven't found my home yet, maybe it is still out there somewhere, waiting for me to find it. Or maybe, it is a he and he is looking for me right now!
I am a massive bookworm and a writer, but I dream of adventure worthy of its own story. I dream of spreading my wings and traveling to every beautiful sight the world has to show and being a little nomadic!



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