When I started this experiment back in November, I knew that I wouldn’t be leaving the UK for at least 3 months, because I had two events (both in Wales) that I wanted to attend in February. Some time after setting off, two became three, as my ever-generous new employer invited me to stay with him and his family for a few days on the beautiful Pen Llŷn so we could discuss business and stuff and get some work done.
(This was all very well, as far as plans go. Unfortunately, the weather had its own plans, and while we definitely did manage plenty of discussion, the actual work part of the bargain was somewhat restricted, on account of the house being without power for well over two days.) Continue reading
Okay, one last introductory post before I start talking about practical stuff, honest!
The first thing I want to point out is that this is not a financial extravagance. Yes, I do hope to do a fair bit of moving around next year, some of it overseas; however, I won’t be spending a fortune to do so, for the simple reason that I don’t have a fortune.
While I’m at it, I should also point out that I’m not going too far in the other direction either. I’m not “going travelling” in the expand-your-horizons, gap-year sense of the term, wearing a giant backpack with a flag on the back (though I will, as it happens, be taking both a backpack and a flag). So I don’t intend to sleep in hostels, airport benches or anywhere else with an overabundance of people and a shortage of sensible internet access (especially since internets are kind of crucial to my job!).
So in the previous post I explained how much I love the experience of new and unfamiliar surroundings, and ended on a question – why not keep that feeling going?
It’s easy to find practical reasons why not, but they all boil down to being tied to one location. Modern society seems to be built around the assumption that most people want to have a single permanent base, a place to call home, a place to put down roots. We get tied down financially, by jobs and contracts related to our homes – and emotionally, by relationships, dependents and family obligations. And of course we’re tied down physically by all the stuff we own.
Which is fine if you’re a put-down-roots sort of person. But what about those of us cursed with so-called wanderlust?
“Oh! Where are you moving to?”
This is a question I’ve been asked a lot over the last few weeks, whenever people find out that I’m leaving town. Often they’re just making small talk, but in this case it’s not an easy question to answer quickly. I’ve tried a variety of responses:
“Lots of places, hopefully…”
“The answer to that is more complicated than you might think…”
Or my favourite so far: “Everywhere!”