Well, okay, maybe his name isn’t specifically Calvin, and maybe he’s not your uncle. And maybe he is actually a she.
Maybe this person didn’t give a speech at your wedding, lamenting the fact that at the age of twelve you scratched his newly painted truck with your bike. This person may not have also claimed to put you through University on $3/hour babysitting jobs. Maybe this person didn’t also go fishing with you and bake fresh buns the last time you went home.
But you know which person I am referring to. The one that, while he or she loves you enough to bake you fresh buns to celebrate your visit, still believes you to be ABSOLUTELY CRAZY for some of the decisions you’ve made in your life.
I love my Uncle Cal, I really do. Beneath his gruff exterior he has a very soft and caring heart. I know that he will always support and love me in whatever journey I take, but I just can’t get him to agree with it.
After being homeless, traveling, and story-telling for 21 months, I think I’ve convinced most people of the merits of this lifestyle. They understand that the desire to explore the world around me is too overwhelming to ignore. But Uncle Cal is holding out, as evidenced by his message to me a month ago: Happy Birthday. Get a Job.
Traveling friends, I need your help. I am apparently lacking the ability to be persuasive and convince one of the most important people in my life that what I am doing is valuable, important, and inevitable. And at the same time, perhaps this series, called “Dear Uncle Calvin”, will help other traveler’s trying to convince their own doubting family or friends that travel is a very good thing.
I am anxious to hear about your Uncle Calvin, and to get some ideas on how to convince mine. Please send me a message and let me know if you would like to contribute to this series!
The first installment begins next week!