THE HOUSE IS SOLD! First steps to Long Term Travel
So we sold the house, our security blanket, money in bricks and mortar, our first step in becoming property magnates. Except, it was none of those things. We strove for an ideal that was not ours, and it left us wanting. However it also showed us what we don’t want out of life. We don’t want to spend our lives accumulating things, we don’t want what other people want, just because other people want it, we want to start our long term travel dreams.
So what may have seemed like a mistake, has become a valuable life lesson. And now we can try and find what we want out of life, I’m sure we will make plenty more mistakes along the way, but that’s life, and the more mistakes we make, the fewer there will be left to fall into.
For me the selling of the house has been the real “this is it” moment, until now the dream and the desire have been there, but without a definitive time, it’s seemed like one of those “one day soon” things. That all changed with the “he signed” call. It was suddenly more real, and I couldn’t be happier, I have no doubts as to whether this was right or not, this is the only way it could be.
PREPARATIONS FOR LONG TERM TRAVEL
We (Sarah and I), have our optimistically small (40l) backpacks sitting in a corner waiting for their first outing, and a fair few travel necessities filling said backpacks. Next step? Organizing the demise of all the inane little bits of lifestyle we have set up for ourselves over the last few years.
Car rego, insurances, phone contracts, internet contracts, contract contracts, tax department, mail redirection, selling the cars, selling my baby (the computer I’m currently sitting at, not an actual baby, yet just as precious), and so the list goes on and on.
And what to do with all the keepsakes and trinkets which have thus far validated my existence? Reminding me I had a life and a past, friends and family, holidays and birthdays? The things I just had to keep, even if only at the bottom of a pile in the shed, they definitely aren’t going to fit in the backpack.
I could always palm them off to family or friends to store for me, but that goes against my entire reason for traveling. In the spirit of cutting ties with the life we had, they will have to be culled, which so far has been surprisingly easy,and more than that, rewarding. Each item I let go of strengthens my belief in what we are doing, cutting ties with an underwhelming existence and opening ourselves up to endless possibilities.
When I think of the things we have accumulated, I realize that they are an attempt to fill a gap, and an unsuccessful attempt at that. Our possessions read like a checklist for mediocrity. Big screen telly…check, laptops and computers…check, nick nacks from our one holiday a year…check, non-stick pans and a samurai sharp knife set…check.
For some people this may be enough, more than that it may be exactly what they want from life, and that’s fine, it just isn’t for me. Who knows, 5 or 10 years from now it may be exactly what I want, but it isn’t now, and I feel it would be foolish not to search for what I want out of life right now, there is a world of opportunities out there waiting to be discovered, dreams of long term travel to be fulfilled, why would I not look for them?
So almost everything that I have collected over my 30 years will go, and I will be free, the things I own will no longer own me, my life will fit into a 40l container, my memories past, present and future will be stored on the information super highway, and when I feel the need for change, I will put my worldly possessions on my back… and change.