I’m kind of obsessed with the idea that nothing in life is permanent. That the only thing I’m forever fastened to is, well; me.
I see people caught in empty promises and painfully unrealistic goals all the damn time. Stuck in jobs that aren’t lucrative. Stuck in relationships that are unfulfilling. Stuck in being painfully stuck.
I hate leaving anything. My bed in the morning, a job field Ive become knowledgeable in, a home I’ve created. It feels like I’m abandoning comfort. What the hell is your damn problem, gypsy? I rattle the sheets of my seemingly content lifestyle once a year like clock work. And everybody flinches. Except my future self.
I live a simple life. Debt free. With just enough pieces of furniture to not scare potential suitors away from my second story apartment home. And in that home I spend my evenings looking up ways to leave. I’m always wanting to go, somewhere else, somewhere that’s not my current situation. Not because I’m not happy, but because I came, I saw, I conquered. Next.
You don’t have to understand. You can shake your head in disappointment as I flee the scene. But this is nature. Fight or flight. I’m a lover not a fighter, but most importantly I’m a full-fledged-flighter. The beauty of it all is that it doesn’t have to make sense to anybody but me. The only person I have to answer to at night is my well-traveled-ego strumming the chords to the opening credits of some of my most wildest dreams.
Someone once asked me how I can afford to keep doing this. This, as in being alive and never settling? Well, Its possible that I sold my first born in a past life for a nomadic soul that ceases to stop moving through her lifetimes. But realistically present day me lives as follows:
Step one. [cut a hole in the box] No but really, step one: don’t be lavish. Cut a hole in a box and keep your collection of change ever-growing. I love knowing I’m never completely out of money. It’s helpful when you need to register your car in the third state in three years. Simplicity is the greatest gift you’ll ever give your future. Coupon, refinish, pawn. Do what you have to do to make sure you don’t have buyers remorse or even worse; a lifetime of regret for being stuck.
That’s literally my only advice. Just don’t be scared or broke and you can make all 50 states your bitch. Goodbyes are easy when they become small tokens of knowing and loving people in more than one place. Your goodbyes [or bravery] LITERALLY make you rich. Rich in knowledge, experience and most importantly love. For yourself, for your roots and for places you may never get the chance to see but were never afraid to try.
With that said Colorado, Goodbye. Cha-Ching!