I came back to Portland from a recent, lengthy road trip and realized I had no home to come back to. Not in the traditional sense anyway. I gave up my apartment a few months ago and started housesitting for my bosses so I could do more of the things I love. Mostly, travel. And write. I decided to throw aside the comforts of a "home" to learn how to be comfortable in a world outside my own.
Since this decision, I have been on countless trips and traveled thousands of miles. I'm getting ready to expand my circle internationally and go spend a month in Ireland. Solo. And I figured something out. So many of us allow ourselves to be defined by our home. Whether we own one or not. What's in it. How much we pay for it. Don't get me wrong, I have no issue with people having homes. I just think sometimes we get too attached to them without placing enough value on developing our own self as our home.
Someday I suppose I'll settle down. Or maybe not. I don't know. Maybe I'll keep adventuring for my whole life. But what I do know is this. Giving up everything that represents conventional security is terrifying. Initially. Giving up the known for the unknown takes you to a whole different level of life and it is exhilarating, if you let it be. I am no longer afraid of uncertainty, I have made it my friend. And life has become ever so interesting.