After Six Years
“Can you smell it? Come stand here and inhale. Close your eyes.”
Pete lowered his camera and walked the few feet to stand at my side. With his free hand he grabbed mine, and we both stood on the side of a mountain road in Montenegro, sniffing up the fresh pine from the trees that surrounded us. Several hundred feet below was beautiful Kotor Bay, with royal blue water that sparkled in the low sun and framed by the jagged edges of the Dinaric Alps.
I didn’t care about the view – it couldn’t distract me from that fresh alpine fragrance. We both stood for long minutes, silent except for the sound of our deep inhalation.
It smelled like home.
Sometimes that all really sounds very glorious.
But I know me.
The routine would grow stale, the novelty of our return would soon be lost on our loved ones. I’d detest the accumulation of material goods required to lead a settled life. I know that it would be but a short time before I’d be eying the door.
In truth, its not that I revolt from returning to THAT home we once had, but ANY home. The thought of settling, of giving up an ounce of our current freedom, is almost nauseating, and has been since year two of our travels.
(I say “nauseating” and that is how I honestly feel. Pete would not word it as strongly and admits that I am the driving force behind our continuous movement. He’s slightly more apt to settle and will surely feel comfortable wherever he is. Lucky for me, his arm is of the twistiest rubber. With his easy-going nature he just smiles, shrugs his shoulders, and says sure to nearly every suggestion I throw at him.)
Our friends, family, and those who have been following us for awhile no longer ask the question: when will you stop? Now it has evolved to: do you think you ever will?
It wouldn’t be prudent to say never as life has a tendency to throw curve balls, but right now all I can say is: I can’t see how. Not at least without some severe sacrifices to our happiness.
“Let me tell you that I am writing this to you while taking a break from hiking in the Faroe Islands, which is simply the most stunning place I have ever been to.
If we had waited and wondered what if, we never would have begun our journey and made it here. We don’t live lavishly but are not cheap either, and we easily get by on $30K a year (and could do so for much less). That is cheaper than our old stable life in Canada, and far more fulfilling! Everyone believes that a fortune is necessary to travel, and that is simply not true.
You only get one shot, and I hope you won’t wait to do what you really want. Life is far, far too short for that. Let me know how I can help.”
His response: “Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. This may have been enough to change and probably save my life and marriage.”
In our ensuing conversation, he acknowledged that his response may have been a bit dramatic, but I absolute understand the significance.
Because travel did that for me too.
In short: one single place just cannot compete with all the places (no matter how comfy the bed is).
And therein lies the root cause of our happiness in everything – our new careers, our marriage, our life – it all works because we have the freedom to travel and be anywhere and everywhere. We are, without a doubt, most content when we are on the move.
Travel may not have actually saved us from death, but it has taken our lives from a pit of monotony and depression into a future that soars.
And isn’t that kind of the same thing?
For now I am satisfied with subtle whiffs of what was our home and to visit when we can. It is where our oldest friends and most of our family are, but it no longer belongs to us. It is just that single place on the planet that we’ve lingered the longest – so while home is still the word we use, it doesn’t really hold the true meaning. Maybe we’ll never be able to apply that word to a physical place again.
But that’s how we feel today. Maybe we will change our minds. Maybe we will stop – there, or anywhere – your guess is as good as mine. But it won’t be in failure. It won’t be because we’ve reversed our beliefs on the merit of travel. It will just be because we have given ourselves the freedom to make that decision.
After six years of wandering, hundreds of thousands of miles traveled, fifty countries and hundreds of cities visited, countless friends made and memories collected, we come out of it only knowing one thing for sure.
We’re not done yet.