Today marks the first day in another new place. This time, not so far from home. We are slated to be in San Francisco, CA for the next 5 months, a longer stint than usual, but one that we’re both definitely excited for. I may have grown up in Utah, but the majority of my family and friends live in and around the San Francisco area and I’m so thrilled to have this opportunity to spend time with them. However, the question begs, how do I keep up with the constant moving around?
I’m not going to lie. Some days are harder than others. We keep an apartment in Los Angeles when we’re away and honestly it makes me feel like less of a vagabond. I have a home, I am not homeless. And yet I live out of hotel rooms almost 9 months of the year. For me, what keeps me going is the chaos I keep in my mind. I love going, and going. Even when we are home, I’m always going somewhere, if just for the day. This time, we were home from May 2nd to June 9th. I went on a cruise to Mexico, a weekend trip to Berkeley and a day trip to Joshua Tree National Park, plus all of the in between L.A. activities we do. It may seem a bit flighty, and my boyfriend is always exclaiming that I’m leaving him, (jokingly) but he knows and I know that if it weren’t for my necessity to be on the move, our constant moving wouldn’t work.
You read the travel blogs about people who give up their day jobs to travel the world, it sounds like a dream. And it is. For awhile. But also think of never having a home and always making new friends. That’s what I find hardest, making new friends and keeping my other friendships alive. I’m only ever in town for short bursts of time, so we hang out for a few weeks and I’m off again. I’m the friend who’s never there.
On the other side of things, I love being gone all of the time. Even though I’m working from my computer, I still feel like I’m always on vacation. It doesn’t mean I’m spending frivolously or drinking every day. But I am exploring. I am writing from different venues and I am experiencing new things all the time. Life is far from boring.
The hardest part, used to be packing. I used to pack and repack weeks before we left. Now I pack one or two days before we leave. I know what to pack, what to wear and how much I need to bring. It’s all there and its easy. Now the hardest part is eating healthy on the road. You can try with all your might, but eating out everyday is tough. You have to make the right choices, find the good places and if I can, I get salads from the grocery store. Not every place we stay will have a kitchen, it’s most likely a hotel room with a mini fridge. If we’re lucky.
Will I do this forever? Perhaps so. I know I won’t stop being me and that means always going places. Will I sometimes sit a location out? Who knows. We haven’t hit that speed bump quite yet. What I do know is that right now, I’m happy. That’s how I keep leaving again and again. Because I enjoy it. You have to enjoy it. Otherwise… whats the point?
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