In a few short months we’ll pack our life up and begin a traveling adventure. First stop: New Zealand and a simple life on small organic farms. We’re leaving some people’s idea of adventure – living and working in New York City – for our idea of adventure. Perspective is everything.
This feels like a big deal. I think most people would agree that it’s a big deal. But when you break it down into little pieces it’s nothing special at all. This big adventure is just another set of small tasks that add up to something big. I like to think of them individually.
For example: we’re moving our things into storage. This is not exciting at all. We’re quitting our jobs. This takes planning, but not a tremendous amount. We’re taking a long flight. Thousands (millions?) of people do this every day. We’re living out of backpacks. We’ll still have so many more luxuries than the majority of the global population. So we’re just doing a lot of these little things in rapid succession. What’s the big deal? We’re assuming a very normal, everyday lifestyle that many millions of people practice.
I find it odd that we’re drawn to a simpler life – one that society has stigmatized as less useful or less exciting. For many people, farm life is a burden they try to shake for years. We’re choosing it voluntarily. Our ancestors took great pains to get as far from the field as possible. We’re gravitating back to it. Is the grass truly greener on the other side? I worry that it may not be, but I’ll never find out unless I try.
Anyway, more to come.