A traveler of the self. Someone who doesn’t collect miles, but moments of presence. Someone who journeys through practices — art, craft, movement, ritual — not to find a destination, but to find themselves, again and again. Every act of expression becomes a stamp in the passport of who they are becoming.”
I don't like to think of myself as a one-trick pony, I'm more of an expressional nomad by the way my interest and hobbies fluctuate.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)