Yesterday was a string of cafes. Slack messages were incoming gathering our disparate group of “digital nomads” together for cafe exploring while working. There was Cafe Kkrumer (Here Comes That Dreamer), where we worked on bean bags on the roof before moving to the outdoor patio. We then walked to a library cafe chock full of people but no coffee.

We walked around Hapjeong to Hongdae. Then dinner at a place called Ugly Stove, where we had brunch that wasn’t even real brunch. We had gotten so used to family style that even though we all ordered separately, we instinctively shared the dishes. The night was spent milling around the street food of Myeongdong.

Along the way, we talked a fair bit about nomadism. There’s a digital nomad conference happening in Bangkok next week. I commented that I was curious about it, but it probably didn’t suit me very well considering that I’m not really a digital nomad.

“Well, what do you consider yourself?” one asked, someone cited hilariously by Entrepreneur magazine as “the world’s most famous nomad.”

“Uh, a person?” I responded.

At any point, I may settle in the locality where I end up. I’m liking Seoul. Maybe I’ll never leave, though I have loose plans to be on a Thai island next week. Will I be back in NYC for Thanksgiving, and if I am, will I stay? I am starting to carry a sense of home around with me. These transient relationships create deep bonds, especially as you work to navigate challenging and foreign situations with others. You get close quickly without the distractions of everyday life around you.

I still haven’t seen Seoul really…maybe I am a nomad (rather than a traveler).