Today marks the first day in ten years that I am without my own place. When I moved out of my parents house at the age of 17, my dreams of traveling the world and living a nomadic lifestyle were quickly confronted by real-world challenges.
Eight apartments, three houses, five jobs, seven cars, and one bankruptcy later and now I'm back to owning almost nothing, with plenty of real-world mistakes under my belt. However, thanks to my unwavering stubbornness I never lost sight of those dreams; I never gave up believing they were possible. I always knew it was not a matter of "if" but a matter of "when".
I knew this point in my life would come eventually, but I never took the initiative to decide when things would start changing. Now, after taking those first steps early last month, I'm on track to becoming a nomadic world traveler and living my lifelong dream.
I've quit my job, left my apartment, sold most of my possessions, and told everyone I know that I'm leaving for India in less than two months to become a nomad.
As I packed up the remainder of my stuff and left the apartment that I have called home for the past six months, a voice in my head asked for the first time, "What the hell are you doing?".
I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm breaking free from the norm, from the 9-to-5 rat race and the "wait until you're old to retire and enjoy life" routine. I'm taking life into my own hands and jumping off the bandwagon to blaze my own trail through the wilderness of life. I'm choosing to take full responsiblity for my own life and accept great risk and unpredictablity in return for the chance to live an extraordinary life.
I can not and will not simply sit back and hope for change -- hope that my life turns out amazing. No! That would be taking a far greater risk. I would be giving up. I would be wasting this fantastic opportunity that is life.