Last week I wrote about how we have a beautiful million dollar home that we just don’t want. The post proved very popular and I got a lot of comments from readers who couldn’t believe we’d want to leave such a lovely house but also understood that we didn’t want to be tied down. It goes further than that though. It’s not just about the travel. It’s about having the freedom to live a meaningful life.
It’s funny though. I always thought that owning an impressive house filled with beautiful things was what I wanted. Before Lee and I were together, I went on a development workshop. I was trying to discover my path in life and, in order to do that, I had to know what I wanted my life to look like. The workshop facilitator encouraged us to draw what I wanted to have within the next five years. I drew three things. My first drawing was of a big house on a hill, with a husband, a baby and a nice car. My second drawing was a plane winging it’s way to Machu Picchu in Peru. The third – piles of cash (who doesn’t secretly wish for that??). I always knew I longed for travel but I totally surprised myself when my mind decided a house and family was what it desired. Once that picture was drawn, almost immediately, the wheels were set in motion to create drawing number one and within a year, my wish was my command. Funny how when you achieve something, you realise that’s not at all what you wanted in the first place!
My priorities shifted dramatically after the fatal earthquake in Christchurch in 2011. When you lose all your stuff in a dramatic event like an earthquake, a fire or a flood you realise very quickly that stuff just isn’t important. I didn’t care about my wedding china and cupboards full of vases and bowls. I was just happy to have a family. We had always wanted to travel but this realisation really affirmed it for us. It was the final nail in the coffin of our former life. We began making the most of our location independent income and spent six months each year travelling.
But the biggest thing for me personally is not feeling like I really fit into New Zealand culture. It baffles me. I don’t get it. I don’t identify with any of the iconic Kiwi personalities of a farmer, a battler, a pioneer or a sporting hero. For thirty years I haven’t been able to find my place in it. It’s time to give up, move on and find a place in the world that better reflects who I am and how I want to live. I don’t know where it is but I know it’s not New Zealand (or Australia or the UK for that matter.) For now I just want to be everywhere and see everything. I want to wake up each day and be excited by what lies outside my doorstep. Even though I’m a real homebody by nature I also thrive with change. I just don’t mind where my home is so long as it’s not one place for too long.
No matter what my mind says it wants, my heart knows it just doesn’t want to be at home. It wants to be free to get out explore every corner of the world until it finds where it belongs.
What do other travelling families think about he concept of home? Check out their posts:
Bohemian Travelers – Home is Every Where
The Nomadic Family – I Hate Home, and That One, and That One
Outside of the Box – Where Is Home?
Life Changing Year – I Never Thought We’d Be Home For Christmas!
A Minor Diversion – A Minor Diversion Comes Home
Grow In Grace Life – Home… Where Ever We Are, There We Are
Discover Share Inspire – How to Always Be Home For the Holidays… No Matter Where in the World You Are
The Barefoot Nomad – Where’s Home for a Barefoot Nomad?
Simon Says – Where are you from?
Expat Experiment – Traveling Home