Vagabonding So Far
I’ve been vagabonding for half a year now.
6 months ago, I gave up my room. Put my stuff in storage. And began the journey of living without roots.
What a journey it’s been.
Vagabond by definition means: a person who wanders from place to place without a home or job.
At this point, I’m fully embracing my lack of concrete answers to the following questions:
What do you do? (I live.)
Where do you live? (Uhhhh. Simply put: no where.)
What’s next? (Whatever my next destination is even though I know that they are asking next steps in my business. I think in terms of the destinations of that month, not in terms of what I have to do next.)
I’ve been a full time entrepreneur for the past year and a half. Like whoa is that weird.
Besides living off of credit for far longer than my parents would like, it’s been awesome.
What's funny to me is that despite being in the entrepreneur (still living with some imposter syndrome with that one) game for “so long,” vagabonding has spurred more growth in me in a third of the time.
This idea of vagabonding has been an ideal of mine for 5 years.
Wanting to live the freedom lifestyle.
And I’ll be the first one to tell you that living on the road isn’t easy.
Let me say it again: living on the road isn’t easy.
No matter how glamorized it’s become by so many on Insta.
Granted if there was more money coming in the door, it might be incrementally easier.
But the growth I’ve experienced is unreal.
You know the feeling you get when you go somewhere new and you come back with new energy for life, a fresh perspective, and as crazy as it may seem, a changed person even after only a week of time away from “real life.”
That’s how I feel. Every. week.
As someone who’s all about some personal growth, I am seriously loving it.
There is simply no choice but to evolve into that next level of you unless you’d rather be tumbled by the waves over and over again.
The push of growth that’s been vagabonding is because there is no choice. Thrusted upon you like the crashing of waves.
With entrepreneurship, the same could also be said.
That it's like the best personal development journey you could take.
But for me, it hasn’t been.
I say that vagabonding has given me no choice but to evolve. Truthfully, I haven’t been acting or treating my life’s work like there’s no other choice.
There’s not anyone over my shoulder checking my work. It’s ALL on me.
There’s just me, my brain and my laptop. One would think that’d be motivation enough.
I don’t believe in pushing myself to do my work because then that produces shitty work.
Instead, I believe in the pull. I followed my pull into vagabonding.
Where that pull will eventually take me, who knows.
I’m learning every day where life wants to pull me rather than feel a need to push.
There are days when the lack of routine are great & others where it’s not so good.
The lessons I’m learning with it can be taken to entrepreneurship.
And honestly the rest of life (blog post coming on those lessons soon).
Living from your suitcases may sound like a fun adventure.
And don’t get me wrong, it totally is.
There’s still a part of me that urns to be able to put clothes on a hanger, put the suitcases away and actually take my extensive “You Are Here” Starbucks mug collection out of their boxes.
The time for a home base is approaching. A space to call my own. My place of refuge.
The time for this lifestyle to end isn’t. Likely ever.
I have this weird thing where I don’t see myself staying in any one place for far too long.
Even when I was living in Michigan, the longest length of time I was living there and actually there was 3 months.
Otherwise, I was likely traveling, going somewhere at least once a month.
I love to be on the move. I love to throw routine to the wind.
As one of my lovely friends Jessie said:
