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Wanderlust

'Interesting Life' xkcd comic

"Interesting Life"
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A house, (crappy) car, good paying job with benefits, no family responsibilities, and an otherwise seemingly normal life proved too much of a burden, so in the spring of 2012 I quit my job (technically volunteered for a layoff, which bought 8 weeks severance), sold my house, car, and most of my possessions to start traveling. I considered renting or getting someone to house sit, but for logistical and practical reasons did not.

"When he reached the new world, Cortez burned his ships. As a result, his men were well motivated."1

I am calling this phase of life a sabbatical since that sounds better than homeless and unemployed. Whatever its name, this will be my first time long term traveling. Although I have gone on quite a few semi-epic vacations, they lasted at most for about two weeks, and I always had a home base to return to afterwards. Not so now. Although my mom let me stash some belongings and always had an open bed, only what I could carry on my back, my wits, and dashing good looks would sustain me.

How this 180 degree turn in my life will go is uncertain. I do not adapt particularly well to change, generally like things planed out in advance, and can thrive on routine (all of which are counter to the vital skill set of a vagabonder). I have loosened up on those points over the years though, so I might have a good change of surviving.

Places Visited

LocationActivityDate
CDTThru hikeJune—November 2012
New ZealandExtended HolidayDecember 2012—May 2013
Backpack EuropeSightseeingMay 2013—Present

Tentative Plans

  • Alaska—Paddle Yukon River and explore the wild
  • Australia
  • Nepal
  • PCT
  • Road trip USA
  • South America—Andes Mountains, Peru/Chili area

My plans are very loose and fluid, and are more a list of possibilities. I am intentionally keeping things open. Everything could completely change I would have no regrets or disappointments, just trading one experience for another. It depends on who and what I find out there and where the wind takes me. Also when the wanderlust and/or money runs out.

Church

Besides the obvious concerns such as diseases, languages, and zombies that swirled through my head before this undertaking, I also had religious ones. I do not believe one can venture into the world, recluse into nature, or examine the inner self to find God, but the triune God reveals Himself through Scripture. I will carry a bible, but the body of Christ is more than being by yourself. God provides many blessings through weekly Divine Service and the comfort of a caring congregation, but these I will lack on the road. There are countless Christian churches around the world to visit, but that will not provide the same support as a home church.

I also questioned whether vagabonding is a proper use of the talents God gave me. Will this be a purely selfish trip, or can I grow spiritually and do good works throughout? I am not a missionary and this is not a mission trip, but can I still serve God out there as opposed to a more traditional living situation? Although I do not have chapter and verse for a proof text, I believe (and must admit want) it to be possible. The details will look different than when having roots in a single spot, but it can still bare fruit. Besides, even when living with traditional roots, it is unfortunately easy to slip into a self-centered routine and not do His work then.

Pop Music

Love And Theft - Runaway [External Link]

It's been a long week, I've got a slow leak in my left front tire.
I'm sick of where I work. My boss is such a jerk, don't care if I get fired.
My backs about to break, no money in the bank, and she don't call me anymore.
I'm down to my last ring, it's time to sell my things,

CHORUS:
And pack my bags, and never look back, run a parallel line with the railroad tracks, and make my get away.
I put the pedal to the metal as the sun goes down.
Leave everybody sleeping in this sleepy town tonight, and at the break of day, I'll be a runaway!

A hundred miles in, I got a stupid grin on my scruffy face.
With every cigarette, I'm burning my regrets.
Don't want to leave a trace.
And from the rear-view, I've got clear view, of who I used to be.
A little bit faster now, don't wanna turn around.

CHORUS

It's crazy, I know, to count on this road to give me what I need.
But with every state line, somehow I find, another part of me.
Yeah-e-yeah!

CHORUS

Afterwards

Assuming I survive, I do not know what lies ahead when my wanderlust (or money) runs out. I do not even know how long it will last, although I am guessing in the 1-2 year range. In any case, I am intentionally not thinking much about that now. I may never program a computer again; I could get back into it; a stint in [Ameri|Peace]corps; something involving the outdoors. Who knows. I have a tendency not to change much through seemingly life changing experiences, but hopefully I'll come out of this for the better, or at least none worse for the wear.


1 Captain Ramius, The Hunt For Red October