When ever I return home I find the same questions being asked.
Either by friends or family or random people that I meet.
They are the same questions I ask people when I am home.
It seems polite and normal and so you do so.
“Where do you live?”
“What do you do for work?”
The thing is every time I am home (for those few glorious summer months every year or so) I realise that I have two un expected answers to those questions.
Where do I live?
“Right now I am crashing at my parents house. I did live in _____ country and I am about to move to live/travel/work in _____country. But right now I guess I am homeless”
And the response is normally along the lines of:
“Oh wow thats crazy so what do you do for work? You must be a high flyer or something right?”
I love giving this answer.
“Well right now technically I am un employed. Just finished a job in _____ and waiting to move to _____ and I am not getting paid at the moment”
Cue the shock and horror.
The thing about living a nomadic lifestyle is that these things are not as frightening and hysterical sounding as they might be to other people.
I love that I have homes all over the world.
I love being able to move so fluidly and easily.
I love the un certainty of my work or what I do.
Sometimes my income comes from writing, websites, communication positions, waiting tables, cabaret shows or other random things.
Sometimes it is from a specific job contract.
Sometimes I don’t work for a while and travel and run through all of my savings and then start looking for something, somewhere.
I love living a nomadic lifestyle.
I am free.
I am happy.
I am living.
Every single day.
In the words of Jason Mraz:
“Well open up your eyes and see like me. Open up your plans and damn you’re free”