Some people cannot fathom why I would want to live with no possessions and no security. I understand it’s not the regular way of doing things, but I was never one to conform to what we are led to believe is ‘normal’.
While some people have trouble understanding why I live nomadically, others admit to their secret desire of living the same way. My chosen lifestyle is neither the wrong way nor the right way to live; it’s simply my way.
Don’t get me wrong; I tried the 9 – 5, white picket fence life. And for the most part I enjoyed it. But there was always a feeling of displacement, which I never fully understood until I left that life. My whole adult life I moved from one place to the other. I was a gypsy and was never happy sitting still. But of course I would one day realize that just moving from one suburb to another wasn’t enough.
My dreams of long-term travel started on my first overseas trip, 10 years ago. I was on the beautiful island of Fiji, eating foreign food, meeting strangers and doing things I never had done at home, and I thought “I could get used to this!”. But of course, the trip has to end at some point right? We have to go back to our mediocre lives, back to our 9 – 5 jobs and save up to go on another trip 12 months down the track. But why? Why does it have to be that way?
After 10 years of doing it this way I decided I wanted more. I wanted to immerse myself into other cultures, other customs but I couldn’t do this with a 4 week vacation every 12 months. So I started to research the costs involved with long-term travel. Little did I know this was the start of my new career as well as my new life.
I’d never heard of travel blogs before that point but now I was suddenly discovering them all over the Web. And I became fascinated, perhaps even obsessed, by these ordinary people living extraordinary lives. I spent more hours than I care to admit reading these blogs, finding out everything I could about how they made travel a prominent part of their life. Did they win the lottery? Did they inherit a fortune? No, they were ordinary people just like myself, the only difference was, they were living the dream!
It didn’t take me long to realize that if I really wanted this, I too could live the dream. But how would I talk Michael into this? He is the sensible one, I am the reckless one. He will think I am crazy for wanting to get rid everything we worked so hard to get just so we could travel the world! And while it took him a little longer to see how we could make this work, once we had a plan in place he grew more and more confident that this was going to be something we would regret if we didn’t do it.
So we planned, planned and planned some more! And while we planned we saved, and saved and saved some more. I won’t lie, it didn’t happen over night. It took a year of saving before we had enough in the bank to last us for 3 years on the road. However, at the time we didn’t know if we would in fact be gone for 3 years. We didn’t put a time on it at all. We said we’d like to go for a year but let’s just see what happens. We had no idea if we were going to like this new lifestyle. What happens if we got home sick? Or if we ran out of money too quickly? We just knew we were going to go for as long as we felt it was right.
Well, almost 3 years later we are still going and we have no intention of giving up this lifestyle any time soon. You could say we have become addicted to it.
Why do I love it so much? There are a plethora of reasons but mostly it’s the freedom that I am addicted to. We never set an alarm; We do not have any deadlines; We have no stress or anxiety (unless we run out of chocolate!); We have no timetable and no decision is set in stone. We have the freedom to come and go from any destination as we wish.
For some people that is reckless living but for me it’s Living The Dream!