I often see a fear come over the faces of people when I describe what it is I’m doing. I see the wheels turning as they try to imagine life without a home, belongings, a steady job and a safety net. They simply can’t fathom not having anything, especially a home base. For me, I just don’t think about it. If I did, it probably would get to me. But I forge on, knowing full well that what is ahead of me is better than what I left behind.
I’ve become accustomed to sleeping in a different bed wherever I go, living out of my suitcases and often not having anywhere to store my clothes. But after all, does it really matter? I at least HAVE clothes and a place to sleep, which is what really counts. I get to see places where few have been. I learn things I never would have by staying in my bubble where I had rooted myself for over two decades. I’ve been fortunate enough to care for sloths and monkeys in Costa Rica; resuscitate humming birds after hitting plate glass windows; raise butterflies in Panama; herd sheep in New Zealand; catch crocodiles in Belize and cruise the tributaries of the Amazon in search of snakes and caiman.
Uprooting was a good decision for me. It made me step out of my comfort zone which most people don’t like to do. Schedules and routines are ingrained in humans and they tend to not deviate from them. Overcoming the fears associated with routine can be a daunting task. One must simply do it and not put much thought into the consequences. Over thinking was a way of life for me. As a friend put it once, people spend a lot of time getting ready to get ready. I finally grew tired of being that way after dating someone who did not like to plan. It drove me a little crazy at first, but then I eventually saw the beauty of his ways. I started to let go a bit when I would find myself planning, so I adapted the habit of not over analyzing. This helped me become who I now am and I find myself often saying, “I can’t plan that far in advance.”
I have lived a good life. I don’t regret that I spent over 20 years working in a field that I didn’t like very much. It afforded me the lifestyle I now lead. I sometimes slip up and ask myself, “How much longer will I be traveling the world?” and then curse myself for thinking too much.