Two years ago today I left on this journey of mine. No idea where it would take me (still don’t). No idea what I was getting into. No idea how much fun I would have. No idea where I would go or what I would see. Yet I took off down the road.
As I reflect back on where I have been since this time last year, what I have seen, the people I have met and the experiences I’ve had, I still don’t believe this is my life. I mean that in a good way. A great way, in fact. But I still don’t believe I’m doing this.
Two years ago today I departed, travelled 300 miles (way too far for one day), crossed the Continental Divide, and stayed at my first BLM campground. I didn’t know what I was doing. Had no real plan. Didn’t really know any other people leading the nomadic lifestyle. Yet I didn’t let this stop me. I pressed on into the great unknown. With a smile on my face.
While many people might think that two years is a long time to lead this lifestyle, to live in under 175 square feet and to really have no place to call home, I feel like I have just started. I’m still working on getting my footing. Still wondering how to do things. Truth be told, I hope I never lose this feeling. I hope this never becomes routine. I despise the routine of life that I spent too many years living. I like the unknown. I enjoy not knowing where I’ll be next month. Who I’ll meet. What I’ll see.
I still can’t wrap my head around what I have experienced in the past two years, never mind the past year. Not sure if I really want to. I’m just enjoying the journey, savoring the ride.
Here’s to another great year living the nomadic lifestyle, to all the people I’ll meet along the way, and to the experiences that I’ll have! 🍻