Zwervend. It’s the Dutch word for wandering, though not quite the same as the English equivalent; it goes beyond aimlessness to carry a sense of being without a home, without roots.
Home doesn’t mean any concrete thing, not to me. It is constantly being redefined. I was born on the East Coast of America, spent my early childhood in the middle, and grew up in Southern California. Now, when I’m in the U.S., I’m in Portland, Oregon. Often during the year, you’ll also find me in Uganda, uprooted again while the memories of desert sunsets and ocean breeze fade and give way to the new familiarities of tropical rainstorms, sweet pineapple, and crushing traffic jams.
The things I thought I knew have proven to be fluid as well, as age and experience and my journeys across the planet have shown me that sometimes, I am wrong.
Sometimes we are wrong.
I like to believe, though, that thoughtful efforts will eventually lead to good solutions. That maybe someday, in an abstract sense, we’ll find home; even though for now, we’re just wandering.
Zwervend is a project about leaning into the uncertain spaces, of asking good questions- whether or not they lead to answers. It’s learning new things about the world, and seeking ways to tread lightly while traveling through it. It’s about being thoughtful and purposeful in daily life. And above all, it’s about appreciating the journey and celebrating the remarkable people, places, and ideas along the way.