I am 29 years old. Currently, I do not lead a glamorous life.
This is what happens when you choose to travel on an extended trip overseas, forego the huge expense of maintaining an apartment while abroad, and take your time in getting back into the Sydney rental scene (so expensive!) on your return.
Although not ideal, and definitely not glamorous for a 29 year old, we are welcoming the kindness of my boyfriend’s family while we figure out our future move. Being so far away from the city again has its trials, along with the fact we are missing our more independent lifestyle, but for the most part, we feel almost normal here.
And then I realize that I can’t find anything. I can’t find my important medical documents, or the folder with my visa mumbo jumbo, or just my favorite pair of jeans…
Conclusion: I am a creature of habit, and my habit is moving.
Moving so I can travel.
Oh god, and is there anything more liberating than giving up your home, packing up your stuff, and heading off to travel?!
Freedom. It should be felt by everyone in my opinion, and I have spent a large part of my 20s living life with the idea of setting off again… with the idea of needing temporary housing so I don’t feel trapped and can travel long-term again.
So, I often give up comfort, go minimal, and go cheap so I can save everything for my next journey abroad – for those glorious weeks or months when I get to live life the way I want to and forget that Sundays exist.
In the process I leave behind bits and pieces of disposable furniture, dishes, clothes, and the like. I’ve ditched 2 guitars during my time abroad, a bedframe, a small washing machine, a plant I tried to keep alive for over a year, and an IKEA desk. I’ve lost countless items, like a pair of Keen Targhee shoes, which I’m almost certain were stolen instead.
Who cares? Who cares about that sacrifice? I get those months of living life like I want to! Weeee!
But then I come home and realize I have NO home, and I live life a little subdued. Such a gap! So bipolar!
Ooph. Now is that right?
I know I kind of promote the whole “sacrifice to make your dreams come true” part of long-term travel, and I do believe in it. For a person or couple who want to take a year or two out of their lives and follow through on a big trip of a lifetime, it’s perfect.
After 5 or more years of on-and-off travel and moving in a continuous motion, it gets a little old… and it makes me now wonder if my method these days should be about balance.
Nothing quite like adding to the post-travel blues than realizing you don’t have a comfortable place to return to after an amazing trip abroad. Or, that your wardrobe doesn’t match up to the local standards. Or, that you just don’t get to go out to extravagant dinners all the time.
And what about puppies?!
Can I haz puppy already?
Pat and I are soon to start the search for a new apartment in Sydney, and I think I need to keep in mind the fact that I’d like to lessen the gap between the glamour that is my travel life, and the non-glamour that is my non-travel life just a wee bit.
But is it possible to maintain a home in Australia while going out on 2 month jaunts across the globe? It’ll double the cost of travel for sure…
And can I take my puppy with me?
Brooke + Puppy vs the World?
Perhaps a new era on the blog?