Something has hit me hard this week. Well, two things really.
I am spending my final weekend living in Melbourne, and all I want to do is write about my motivations and inspirations and share them. Sharing them so maybe someone will speak out and say - You're not alone, this is exactly what I dreamt of, and now I am living it.
I have been living in Melbourne, for work, well my husband's work but I landed a gig here too. The experience of this cultural wonder of a city is spectacular, but without the flair of wandering I feel I am still missing out. As I look back, it has been a stressful year and a bit, filled with doubt, misery, a little bit of loneliness, and all those combined - boredom. The type of personality I have, is to branch out, make the most of anything life throws at me, but I stumbled while living here with not much passion to do anything at all, even struggled to chat to the local check-out chick at Coles. It dawned on me only recently, I hate the RAT RACE.
I'm a 24 year old married female. Firstly most of the readers right now are probably thinking, 24 and married does that even happen anymore? Yes, yes it does, and why not? I have been in a career for the last 7 years, and now look at it as a job - not going anywhere. My husband and I bought a property in Sydney and we have a 3 year old... mortgage, currently paid off by a couple of people we don't even know. Secondly, most of the readers right now are probably thinking, you have achieved so much in such a short life, you should be proud, happy, and fulfilled. Yes we have but it goes along with an attitude of making shit happen! However, it doesn't equate to a happiness you seek outside of what you own, a happiness of wander.
|So it's true what they say..|
Before I met my husband, I had my first overseas stint at 19 y.o on a cruise to get a taste of the big wide world - my family had never travelled greater than 800 km on the road or the shortest flight from Sydney to Brisbane. After that was no turning back, and I knew there was too much more for me to discover and the cruise was just a teaser for what else is out there. I bought a backpack, took 3 months leave at half pay and flew my first, long, 3 legged journey to London Heathrow. I backpacked through 26 cities and 12 countries by plane, train and automobile. I exposed myself to a global addiction, an intoxicating PASSION for culture, wander and discovery. There was times when I was lost, no map could find me out of a dead end road, but in my heart I had found out so much about myself - and that there is the drug that keeps me going. A craving for going beyond what you thought possible, as a human with a beating heart wandering this earth.
Coming home, I needed to find a travel companion where I could journey with someone who shared a similar passion, and who wasn't afraid to wear a backpack and get lost. I met my husband, Shaun not long after and he proved to be the perfect match - flying halfway across the globe to surprise me on my 21st birthday in Las Vegas! We were both hooked with each other and travel and took 4 overseas trips that year, and ended with an engagement in New York City.
We have become two Wanderlovers and although we have worked hard to do and achieve what we have personally and professionally, somewhere along the way we have missed what we need to achieve passionately.
As our time in Melbourne has dissolved and there are empty boxes and packing tape sitting in the corner of our fancy-pants, over-priced architectural apartment in Melbourne, my heart is pounding for adventure. We are finishing our jobs here and returning to Sydney, where I vow not to be a part of the rat race but work towards creating a greater life for both of us. I am frantically Googling these searches: Career vs. Travel; Travelling with a Mortgage; Quitting my job to travel.
Then I found this blog, Young Adventuress and the inspiration I needed found me.
As I read Liz Carlson's words my heart raced, I felt like it was me in months time. I imagined the process all through my mind. And I thought maybe I could do this too. But how can I just read one person's blog and let it influence me? What kind of person just quits their job? To be honest, I don't know but I am sick and tired covering up that tingly feeling in your gut. You know what feeling you get when your climbing the hill on a rollercoaster? I ran from that feeling for too long and now as I type this it is coming back all the way to my fingertips.
|Don't run from that feeling in your stomach - it's life screaming at you!|
But THANK YOU for opening my eyes to discover - I want, need and have to Start Wandering
So there are two things that hit me hard this week:
1) Stop running from the things that scare you, most of the time it's what you love and want most
2) Adventure may hurt you, but monotomy will kill you
|The best thing I read this week|
If it's the world you seek, there is no better time to Start Wandering