|The sun is trying to fall asleep.|
I've been thinking a lot lately about why I started this blog. It was my intention to show people why they don't have to be scared of being different. I wanted to live in a van. I wanted to push the envelope and take the extra money I had and travel around the country. I did some of those things. I travelled. I pushed the envelope. I went on climbing trips in Utah that many people dream of. I bought gear. I had passes to ski areas that I wanted to ride at, and I could always afford to ride at a place I wasn't covered at. I went as far east as Orlando, Florida and wound up as far west as Ketchikan, Alaska. That's kind of where I dropped.
I was lucky enough to have spent some time in some stellar places, cool and trendy apartments in the cool neighborhoods, cozy dwellings, like where I am now, in a beautiful spot on the map.
I've fallen in love with this spot on the map, and some of the people that have come along with it. But these people are also the ones reminding me that my lifestyle isn't as simple as it should be. A wonderful and inspiring family I've met, they're moving up north so they can more/less homestead, raise chickens and goats and have a garden and live simply. My own to-do list has "ministry" and "yurt" on it.
|The fire keeps us warm as we tuck the sun in.|
But getting there... I've been putting in so much unnecessary bullshit into the ideas that there has to be a certain lifestyle that one has to lead to be considered successful, when really, I never met quite as many great people as I did when I lived in a van, even when I never went anywhere.
The comeback lies in the Pacific Ocean. Specifically, the Tongass Narrows, or even more precise, Thomas Basin harbor. Next month, if everything goes to plan, I will be moving onto a 32 foot sailboat, and the adventure will continue. It won't be the same, but it will continue.
Part of the reason I wanted to share this with you all, is because I was at the beach yesterday. I had to decompress, and I wound up just looking at the sunset. I just looked at it. I remembered the sunset from the deck of the cabin a couple of summers ago. I remembered the sunsets in Moab, in Salida, in Clarksville, in Kansas City and Yakima, on the M/V Malaspina, and I remembered how free I felt.