Moving, to nowhere
The place you once called home has a whole new feel when it’s all blank walls and packed boxes. Between college and NYC rent hikes, moving is no foreign affair. What’s new is where I’m moving, nowhere.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Looking back, I’ll either chuckle at how ignorant I was or be thankful that I finally took the chance. I’ve been obsessed with being a ‘digital nomad’ for years now. The Four Hour Work Week gave me the definition and App Academy gave me the path to get there. Now after a decade of learning, saving, and toiling from 9–5 every week day for thousands of days, I’ve finally deemed myself ready.
People don’t really do this. They love having that safe place to rest their head. They think of their TV, their bed, their kitchen with those newly updated appliances. They think of their comforts. Comforts are a slow killer. Comforts are painful to give up. It’s impossible get out there and do when you can just be comfortable instead.
I’ve sold most of my furniture, donated two-thirds of my clothes, given my friends and family any luxuries I own, and stored everything else in my parent’s suburban attic. I’ve taken a backpack, filled it with everything I’ll need (and my trusty Brazuca soccer ball) and booked a flight west with no return trip. I’ve booked airbnbs, hostels, and co-living spaces. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’ll find a way to make it work.
I have three missions that if any of which are accomplished, this experiment will be a success:
- Craft a lifestyle that, when I do want to settle down, I’m able to work my own hours and be where I want.
- Start a profitable company (Head Tilt Labs LLC, coming soon).
- Stay rent free until the end of the 2018 World Cup in Russia.
I also have three missions that if any of which are failed, this experiment will be a failure:
- Don’t get out of shape.
- Spend as little time in New York (and really America) as humanly possible.
- Don’t go broke.
Generally, writing like this belongs in a personal journal, but I want this out there. Firstly, I want the psychological fear of potentially failing in public. I’ve committed to this lifestyle, and I’ll need all of the strength I can muster to push through the tougher times. Secondly, and most importantly, a good many people I’ve told about this have expressed wonder, or even jealousy, alleging they wish they could do the same. Hopefully my journey can be their crucible; my failures their guinea pig and my successes their guide.
If life is a book, when I hit the ‘publish’ button at the top of my screen chapter 6 ends and chapter 7 begins. So far I’ve been blessed, and each chapter has been better than the last.
I hope I know what I’m doing.