The last days, weeks, months, even a year or two leading up to my departure from my “real” job, I dreamt of living on the road. Everyday I followed other travelers, looking at their photos and reading the articles they wrote about their travels and the articles written about them, the whole time envying their lives. Now I kind of living their lives and I’m caught thinking that maybe, just maybe, the grass is greener on the other side.
Photo: Adam Fricke
What I’m doing, I love it. Not going to lie, the first four days were rough, but now Adam and I have navigated the valley and we’re reaching the promised land every day.
Last week I was talking to a friend back home, as we caught each other up on our lives I said “Man I wish I were back home. It feels like I’m missing out on so much.” To which he responded, “Well we all wish we were with you doing what you’re doing.” It’s kind of funny how it all comes full circle. For well over a year I dreamt of doing what I’m doing and now it doesn’t feel at all like a dream. Am I happy? You bet your bottom dollar I am! Do I feel like I would be happy doing something else? At times I wonder if I would be happy back home doing something else.
Going into this year I had this unrealistic thought that I’d be happy all the time. Driving—happy, being cold—happy, taking photos of places you only see on a postcard—happy, camping out in a Walmart parking lot—happy. What I didn’t think would happen is when my brother and I would fight, how we would never get into a sticky situation, or how tough it’d be to find reliable wifi.
As the saying goes: The grass is always greener on the other side. And the saying continues if you let it; however, I think
While my life back home was safe and comfortable, this new phase of my life is fun. This whole experience is awesome and while at first I didn’t like having to be resourceful all the time or chill out a little more often, I’m learning to love being uncomfortable and find the green grass within.