I get a sense of ease when I travel. Like I’m setting out on my next adventure, unafraid of the journey it takes to get there. It doesn’t matter if that journey takes me near or if it takes me far, just as long as I’m headed somewhere.
Maybe it’s the “anywhere but here” mentality. Maybe it’s not wanting to ever call one place home but rather call the open-road home. Or maybe it’s something completely different.
But as I grow older, as I watch my friends settle down and get married, have babies and buy homes, I’m constantly reminded that I’m in an entirely different place in my life. I want different things and the more I think about the idea of settling somewhere, the more I find myself revolting and pulling away from the norm, the more I find myself being drawn to the alternative.
Whatever that is.
I know this is the wanderer in me. And I know it’s not the norm, not the average, and not what most people expect or want. But it works for me. And the question isn’t WHY, the question is HOW – how do I support a life so completely different from the norm, how do I plan for the future, how do I explain to my friends/family/neighbors that this makes sense and this is right for me?
I don’t have the answers and I don’t expect you to either. I don’t have the answers to any of the questions but I’m working to figure that out. All I know how to do is follow my heart, follow my gut and just see where life takes me. That’s all a part of the journey.
I think this is what some call Thinking Out Loud.