Every couple has disagreements and every couple compromises. Some arguments are inconsequential like what to eat for dinner or whose turn it is to take out the trash. And others are significant, like whether or not to buy a house or to start a family.
I constantly find myself out of the “normal” realm of discussions and quite often have the argument of home versus no home.
To most people, this question will seem absolutely preposterous. The majority of the world lives within the general pattern of growing up, getting married, buying a house, having kids and retiring.
To others, the ever growing community of vagrants, it will seem ridiculous that we’ve waited this long to start our nomadic journey.
We have talked for countless hours, read thousands of blogs and listened to tons of podcasts based on the nomadic lifestyle. Waking up in a different place every month, no alarm clocks, no stress of ownership, and the freedom to live a life full of grit and adventure.
But is this really the case? I always try to be realistic, weighing out the good and the bad. In my mind, there’s no such thing as perfect. Would we simply be replacing annoying home maintenance with vehicle maintenance (uh honey we sprung a leak in the back of the van) or setting alarms not to get to a 9 to 5 job, but to check out of the hotel or campground?
We have a common theme in our relationship and what seems to be in many others. I, the woman, am not so sure it’s the right thing for me and he, the man, wants to jump into this life. I’m not saying every couple is in this scenario. But from what I’ve been exposed to, it seems like the women are usually the more reluctant ones.
I like the poetic idea of selling everything but the clothes in my bag and heading out into the world free and unattached. To be honest, the more we travel, the more I realize leaving behind a home comes with a whole array of problems.
But when it comes right down to the nitty-gritty of giving my wedding dress to goodwill, shredding all my old photos or only owning three pairs of shoes – things start to get real!
The question isn’t whether or not I can live without these things, it is do I WANT to?
This summer we experimented on an 80 day road trip to see what it would be like being away for so long with limited possessions.
With the exception of feeling like I needed to be home when we had a death in the family, I did not miss it at all. BUT I also knew it wasn’t forever and we would be back in three months. And when we did get home, it felt marvelous. I’m not sure how you explain the feeling of “home” to someone that doesn’t seem to get it… thoroughly content, comfortable, peace of mind, being at ease, or maybe just plain happy?
Part of me thinks I deserve a relaxing place to call home. Like I earned it. Then there’s the part of me that wonders if I’m simply conditioned in thinking I need this place. Like a safety net.
At the moment, I’m perplexed with the thought of why I can’t throw caution to the wind and jump in that van my husband so desperately wants to live in.
Could you live a life on the road as a nomad? What are your thoughts? Share in the comments below.
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