Frequent travel is not for everyone. I know this for a fact in my profession. Colleagues would much prefer to sit in an office and see a stream of 6-7 people a day, like some friends I had lunch with recently. One jokingly asked if I’m running from something. Fair call. I recall watching a show about a business woman who was a victim of trauma and later became very successful. She gave motivational lectures everywhere. Although married, she liked the transient lifestyle. She had a reason to stay detached. I seem to do the same. I have acquaintances where ever I work. I meet folks for dinner here and there. When I want my own space, I have it, no questions asked or answered.
Why does a vagrant lifestyle suit me? If I were to examine it more closely I would say, it is because I love to travel and I love the work I do with people. It is as simple as that. It satisfies me on a spiritual level.
Then there’s the personal aspect to it. I love the freedom my lifestyle gives me. I don’t answer to anyone. I make my own plans for holidays when I want to. I don’t have to consider whether it suits someone else’s schedule or not. I spend my money the way I want to. Is this selfish? Or self-preservation? I really don’t know but what I do know is, although I have a home, I love being ‘homeless’ for most days of the month. If I had someone in my life, I’d sell everything, buy a caravan and travel, camping under the stars instead of living in hotels. That’s the only yearning I have. Perhaps, this will eventuate some day. Until then, Nellie Furtado’s song, “I’m like a bird …” loops in my head.
You don’t see too many homeless people in rural areas as one does in the city. There is one man in particular I’m always curious about. I love his spirit. Everyone knows him in town and yet no one seems to know everything about him. Being a visitor, I’ve gleaned information from here and there. I’ve given him a life story, one I have no idea if true or not. It soothes my romantic heart. I don’t see him being selfish. From what I gather, in a farming town, where everyone knows everyone else, he lives the way he does by choice. I’ve seen him in a grocery shop. Never too greedy, he only gets what he needs. He is also generous, whatever little he has, I’ve seen him share with birds.
I’ve written about him in another post. I hope you are as curious about him as I am.
I fly out next week and the cycle starts. I have a daunting schedule of travel in February. Be still, my restless heart!
Until next time
a dawn bird