“Please fill in your phone number and your address, miss.”
“Oh. I don’t have a phone number.”
The man looks up from his paper.”No phone number? All right. Just your address then.”
“Sorry, I don’t have an address either.”
This time the man puts away the paper and looks at me suspiciously. “You don’t have an address?”
“Where do you live?”
“Well … Nowhere and everywhere.”
“So you’re homeless?”
“No, not really. Well, yes, kind of. But no. I just travel around from place to place full time.”
The man sighs. “Just sign here, miss.” I sign the form and he gives me the key for my hotel room.
This has happened to me before. Not just this once, but several times. I have been traveling full time for 10 months now and I do not have an address. Not in Denmark and not anywhere else. I don’t mind. I like it. I have trouble staying put in one place, so what do I need an address for? You could argue that I need somewhere to receive my post, but I don’t need post. If people want to get in touch with me they can send me an email.
I suppose some people would say that ‘I’ve lost touch with the real world’. They see me on Facebook wandering aimlessly around from place to place without staying longer than I need to. Longer than I want to.
I must admit that I sometimes wait for my Mum or my Dad to call me up and say: “All right, Zascha. That’s it. Time to snap out of your dream world. Time to come back home, settle down, get a degree, get a proper job and find a husband.” But they’re not gonna do that. Well, at least not within the next couple of years. Maybe when I’m 30?
It’s been 10 months now. 10 months of going from place to place. 10 months of not knowing exactly what it is that I’m doing, but being certain that what I’m doing is the right thing. 10 months of living the ultimate dream and adventure. And as the days go by I know that this is my life now. I’m not tired yet. I think I’ve learned more in the past 10 months than I ever did from my 10 years in school – no offence to my previous teachers.
Granted, I’m not sure if I could use any of these skills in a corporate job, so lucky me for not wanting that. This is why I sucked as a substitute teachers. The kids absolutely loved me, but I also think they loved me for all of the wrong reasons. I actively encouraged them to seek other opportunities in life. Unconventional opportunities. I remember talking to one of the older students, a 15 year old boy. I asked him what he wanted to do with his life when he finished school.
“High school, college and then med school. My parents want me to do that.” I looked at him and I said: “I asked what you wanted to do. Not what your parents want you to do.” He then told me what he wanted to do which did not involve any of the above.
I’m lucky that my parents have always encouraged me to do what I want to do. They’ve never tried to force me to get a college degree. They’ve always said: “If this is what you want. If this is what makes you happy. Then I’m OK with it.” Sure, I’ve messed up a lot and I think they’ve always been able to see that I would mess up before it happened, but I also think that they wanted me to realize it myself.
I know that what I’m doing is not widely accepted by society. Well, yes, maybe if you only do it for a couple of months, but not when you’re making a lifestyle out of it. But I’m OK with that. Luckily, I couldn’t care less what society thinks of feels.
I also know that this may bite me in the butt when I’m older, but I’m willing to take the chance. Honestly, I can’t see myself doing anything else.
So what’s in store for me next? Well, I plan to spend another 10 months on the road. And then another 10. And another 10. And another …. You see where I’m going with this. I don’t really plan ahead. I like to take things as they come. But I imagine myself ticking off experiences after experiences, see more cities, listen to more great music, trekking through more jungles, seeing more great art, meeting more amazing people, hearing more incredible life stories. I don’t plan to stop. I don’t intend to ever stop. I spent so many years trying to figure out what I was meant to do. Now I know. I’m right where I’ve always meant to be.
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