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
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?