I like to joke that I’ve been homeless since October 27.
Strictly speaking, that’s not true, since my parents have always offered to take me in during the lean times (and it’s their couch that I’m sitting on as I’m writing this).
Airbnb has also been great.
It’s not so much that I haven’t had a place to stay, but that I haven’t had my own place to stay. All of my stuff has been packed in a trailer for the last month. It’s not a bad thing–just a byproduct of the moving process–but has provided some interesting moments as of late.
- Oooh, I can’t wait to start decorating for Christmas…with the decorations that are packed somewhere.
- My new-to-me car will only play audio CDs. I can burn some of my music…with the blank CDs that are packed somewhere.
- I need to clean my brush with a brush-scrubber….that’s packed somewhere.
- It’s getting colder and I could make the perfect outfit with…the sweater that is packed somewhere.
- Let’s cook a steak on my cast iron pan…that’s packed somewhere.
Basically everything is packed and so my plans are all half-baked.
If I were to be a true nomad, I’d sell or give away most of my stuff so that I never had those thoughts. All the things I needed would be with me at all times.
There would be no decorating for Christmas or burning of CDs, or any of that.
“Living out of a suitcase” would become merely “living.”
Talk about rootless. It works for some people.
I’m not yet ready for that life.