Over the past couple of weeks I have found my perspectives altering. A slow shift in paradigm; my consciousness around the concept of “ownership” has become forefront in my mind.
I think it stemmed from the conversations Mo and I had after visiting the antique/second hand stores, when we left with our eyes and hearts full of a delicious array of old treasures.
As I grow older and those around me take great joy in their home ownership and chattels, I find myself less and less inclined to want to lead a life that focuses on the excess, these exercises in indulgence… I find myself questioning how satisfied I will be if I live my life this way. Given that we only have one life to live, why do so many place so much importance on material goods?
The idea of striving to own and fill a house with belongings, while traveling infrequently, scares me immensely. Those sorts of priorities feel all wrong. Don’t misinterpret though; if you have read previous posts you will be well aware that I can appreciate beautiful home wares just as much as the next person. But. But…
Is it the fact I am approaching 30 and feel as though I need to start being serious in how I chalk out my future? The future of our life together? The future of our child?
The more I think about it the more inclined I am to want to live the life of a gypsy. Well, without the illegal means of supporting oneself. A nomad. A rover, a rambler, a wanderer…
I want to lead a migratory existence.
Fortunately, so does my husband. Unfortunately, it will take us a number of years to break even financially before we can even consider flying free. Broke, but free… I want adventure. I want to have my child grow up outside this idea of what is “normal”.
At least that gives me plenty of time to work on how we can fund such as existence. Where there is a will, there is a way. Just need to work out how.