April 10, 2013
I thought they were either very rich or really crazy, and likely a bit of both.
But it got me thinking. It got me looking at my own life differently and seeded a yearning that never went away. I want my life to be filled with adventures, I want to go with the flow, follow my instincts, wherever they take me. Mike Miller helped me realize it; I’m a disperser. Deep down inside, I’m a nomad.
So I made the move. I’m going off-grid.
I’m leaving on a sabbatical. I’m selling my car, downgrading my motorcycle and subletting my apartment. I’ve cut down on buying crap and saved some money, and I lowered my available salary to compensate my revenue while I’m gone. In a little over two months, I’m going to be homeless. And it feels awesome.
When December closes in, I’ll cross over to Mexico and drive down to the Canyons to hang out with my friend Keith and to attend the annual Rarajipare. I’ll hop over to the Baja at some point, maybe to meet my Belle and drive around for her vacation. I’ll drop by Sayulita if Olaf is still around, then try to convince him to come down to Nicaragua with me for our friend Josue’s awesome volcano race, followed by UMCB of course. The rest is a big blur, and I love it that way.
I’ll use FlintLand as my link with you. I want to take some time to write about places and people, about my running and the events I’ll attend and about living small and free in a camper van. I want to share and connect, explore and discover, experience and struggle.
I want to live.