06 Sep Selling my house to travel indefinitely
Next week I am listing my house, I am selling everything I own to travel the world for as long as I can.
I remember the day I bought my house, my brother helped me move in, we basically threw everything in the living room and I slept on the couch the first few nights. I didn’t really think of it as mine for a very long time, maybe because it wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it was I could afford.
As the years moved on I upgraded, made it my own, and I’ve since become very attached to it. The idea of selling it at first several months ago seemed terrifying.
No, I am keeping this, this is the one thing in the world that is mine. I worked so hard for it for so many years. But why? What am I doing with my life? My passions are traveling, writing, sitting at a cafe in Europe, and marching to the beat of my own drum. I started toying with the idea of selling and traveling full time, and once the idea was affirmed in my head, I couldn’t get it ready soon enough.
I want to follow my heart, and if my heart says to travel, then that’s what I’ll do. I never feel more me than when I am gone, when I am abroad. This is by far the biggest risk I am taking. I am selling my biggest investment, and hoping I fulfill my own dreams. I am not sure how long the money will last, or if I will get bored and tired, but on the verge of 30, it’s time to make a life change.
I don’t want to live another day not doing exactly what I want to do. I don’t want to wake up to sit in an office and attend yawn-worthy meetings. I want to sleep in, enjoy coffee on a new balcony, do yoga daily, get lost in cities, and breathe new air. I want to learn a new language, help people and continue the belief that most people are good. That the world isn’t as awful as we think and most people aren’t out to hurt each other. I want to live every single day of my life as I want to. I want to say that I lived.
Saying goodbye to Eureka lane is full of emotion but nothing incredible is ever easy.