It’s good to have a place to come home to, but what if home could be everywhere? I’ve always daydreamed of living a life of travel. Whether it be in an RV or a furnished van, I would have the freedom to go anywhere, anytime. I would have no place to be, no deadlines, and no time to keep.
By living on the road, I would be given a much greater view of the world around me, and the people who live in it. I would live off the land and work odd jobs along the way to earn money for food, fuel, and other necessities.
Throughout my travels, I would meet fascinating people from all walks of life. From them I would learn, and gain new perspectives. Together, we would share stories and laughter, possibly well into the night.
In the evenings, I would sit outside and enjoy the night sky, gaze at the stars, and feel the breeze through my hair. I imagine the peace, quiet and seclusion of being nestled in a valley, or tucked into the thick trees of a forest.
The mornings would be welcomed with birds singing, and beautiful sunrises. My days would be spent fishing, hiking, or walking through small towns that are old to the residents, but new to me.
My dream of living as a traveler isn’t because I want to escape responsibility, but because there is so much out there to see and enjoy. There are people who could change our lives, fascinating places to see, and new experiences to be had; experiences that don’t come by sitting still.
If this is something that I truly want to do, why have I not done it yet? It’s simple. I do have responsibilities. There are people who need me to be here, not halfway across the country.
Perhaps then, this dream would be more suitable for retirement. Either way, it’s fun to daydream about it.
This post is in response to The Daily Post prompt: Too Big to Fail
Tell us about something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail (and tell us why you haven’t tried it yet).