I’m currently living and working in the United Kingdom after a four month stint in South East Asia. I’m here until September 2014 and I’m already counting down the days until I can move on to the next adventure. It’s not that I don’t like England — I love it, actually.

It’s not that I don’t like working either. I really like working. I really, really, really like working when I get rewarded for my hard work, like a sales-based commission salary that I’m currently on. It’s great. I work hard every day and I see the results, every single day. I won’t lie though, I do miss working entirely for my self and designing full-time but I figure I have the rest of my life to do that and besides, this work is pretty fun.

No, the real reason I am ready for the next adventure rests solely on my bank account. The more money I make, the less I want it. Now that might seem crazy — I took this job to make money, after all — but this is the truth. I often think about my time in South East Asia where I lived off the bare minimum of:

* One meal a day;
* A small backpack with my belongings;
* Cheap accomodation;
* Experiences, not objects.

I was surrounded by like-minded people as well. No one you meet while traveling is interested in what gadgets or car you have, but they do care if you have an interesting story to tell.

Now, I’m thrown back into an environment that encourages mundane day-to-day routines with capital earnt being spent on objects (whether that is clothing, technology, cars or homes) not experiences. This has made me a little sad to be honest — not because I think my way of living is any better, but because the people that I meet are not happy with their lives. And yet they continue buying things and living a boring routine to console themselves.

The more money I make, the less I want it to buy things. But the more I look forward to using it to enable me to experience life.