I’m everywhere and nowhere. And I own nothing and everything (0/30)…
I lived out of a backpack for the past 7 years. This is my story…
I never had a place of my own. I never bought any furniture. The clothes I’ve been wearing for the past few months cost less than $20. The entire outfit. Including shoes.
I never owned a car. I don’t have a smartphone. My most valuable possession is this laptop right here on which I write these words. It’s a $300 Acer. That’s really all I got.
Am I a minimalist? I don’t know. I’m mostly just myself. To me, minimalism is just another way of selling us more expensive crap. Really, really expensive crap. Who needs a t-shirt for $60? I don’t…
I think that a real minimalist doesn’t talk about it. He just lives it. Oh, well, I guess I just broke that rule. Whatever.
Over the past few years I’ve lived in so many different places and cities that I can barely remember. And with living I mean a period of at least three months.
I’m sitting at the Goethe Institute in Bangkok while writing these lines. I’m sitting here because the place I’m staying at doesn’t have an air con. Only a fan.
I’m about to turn 32 in less than a month. I spend less than $800 a month including everything. Including food. And health insurance.
I have enough.
More than enough.
I have access to everything. I have access to more food than I’ll ever be able to eat. I have access to more clothes than I will ever be able to wear. I have access to more water than I will ever be able to drink. While others don’t have access to any of this.
Here’s a question I’ve asked myself many times in the past few months…
Just because we have access to all of these things does that mean we really need to own or buy all of these things? I don’t know.
Sometimes I’m more happy. Sometimes I’m less happy. But I’m mostly just grateful to be alive.
Am I privileged? Of course, I am. And as you’re reading this, chances are that you’re privileged, too
I live the lifestyle that I’m living partly out of necessity and partly because it’s liberating.
Because it feels like freedom. At least sometimes. I can live, work, eat and sleep wherever I want to. All I have with me is a carry on bag with my stuff. And my laptop. And a Kindle. That’s all I really need.
When I started this lifestyle a couple of years ago, I started it because I didn’t have a lot of money. All I had to my name were around $20,000 that I saved over the years working various jobs. I basically saved everything I ever got my hands on. For my entire life. Until I was 26.
That’s all I got when I started. I started this kind of lifestyle more than 7 years ago. Mostly because I was scared. I was scared of everything. I’m still scared. Sometimes.
I was scared that I would stay at the same job for too long and then they would fire me. And then no one would hire me because I was too “inbred”. And then me and my future family would have to starve. I was seeing myself living on the streets.
The thought of having to rely on someone that could simply fire me when he pleases to, scared the shit out of me. It also scared the shit out of me to depend on a single person. Or in this case one company.
So about three years ago I quit my job. To try my own thing, again. After having lived in multiple countries. After having started a clothing company in China that failed miserably. After I went back to work a corporate job to fill up my bank account. Again.
I basically quit my job to spread my risk. To be less dependent. The only person I wanted to depend on was me. And no one else. I only trust myself. And a few other people.
So this is my story. This is my story of how I got to where I am right now.
Where am I right now? Who the hell knows? I don’t…
This is the story of a naive little kid who set out to conquer the world. A story that started 7 years ago. A story that probably just got started. A story that will probably never be finished. A story with many ups and downs. Mostly downs.
A story worth telling. A story worth writing down. Mostly for myself, so I don’t forget all of these things.
This is the story of how I lost money every single day for more than three years. This is the story about how I lived out of a backpack for the past 7 years.
I’m everywhere and nowhere. And I own nothing and everything
P.S. This was the first part of my 30 day long story. I will be writing one part of my story for the next 30 days. And then I’ll make an e-book out of it. You can pre-order it here if you want to. So you can conveniently read it on your e-reader, your tablet, your phone or your laptop. The retail price will be around $10. But if you get it today, you can pay-as-much-as-you-want. Get it here.