Don’t get me wrong, I ‘m not complaining, more, expressing both the opportunity and risk of this life.
The diverse opportunities are endless. Where to go next, what work and projects do we want to get up underneath, which clients do we want to work with, what holiday will we plan, which family member or friends will we go and visit in which country, where to spend Christmas – all up for grabs as we have no ties.
I guess one day we will settle down, have a home with family and friends around us and then we will write the book, this in the meantime is the precursor.
And the joy and adventure continues…….
Yes I have the photos and air points to prove it.
This kind of nomadic life takes on its own set of rules and disciplines to make it work.
For me one of the hardest things to overcome has been the need to feel settled, having a dedicated space to be able to function, to work, to produce the results and income to support this lifestyle.
A series of short term accommodations including some house sitting has proved both exciting and challenging. But in no way feeling settled or at home.
It is a kind of oxymoron – both exciting, adventurous and unnerving all in the same moment.
Friendships are fleeting at best, we rely on each other for almost everything.