Becoming a backpacker All Over Again
In part it's because I travel not do like other travelers on a budget. I have a job and can have a bit more free spending my money. I eat more frequently made to nicer places. I do not always stay in dorms. I take more trips. I stay sometimes in hotels. I do not have to travel as a budget backpacker, because I do not a budget for my trip. When I travel on a budget, it is because I want to. I do not like luxury travel. I think it's a waste of money on a fancy room to spend only seen for a few hours.
And unlike the backpacker with I hang in hostels, I have to take care of responsibilities and deadlines. I have to operate this website. I have to write stories. I have to answer emails and questions to answer. I can not just wake up and do nothing.
I often the other travelers I envy their ability to fulfill to be so careless.
I promised at the beginning of this year that I would spend less time working and more time traveling. I have restricted a number of side projects, I asked a few people to help me, and I outsourced more work. And yet, I have not yet feel completely carefree.
not, at least until last week.
The loss of my passport took me a lot of problems, but it kept me in Amsterdam stuck, a city that I go for a more "vacation." It's a place I hardly do any work. And a long time spend with the same people in the same hostel I've learned to relax. I kept the computer closed and did very little work. And the world did not end, as I slowed down.
And although it took some time to "relax", by the time I flew to Greece last week, I was feeling back to my old self. Back to unburdened, carefree travelers. The one that went traveling in 06, do not work. It felt good to just hang out and be easy.
But on the other hand, sometimes I hate what I'm doing. I take no press trips so much, I do not go to many conferences, and I do not know much of "business networking things" make, because I just want to travel. I like to do my own thing. This site was built in part to help me easily find a way to travel more. That's really all I want. I do this because it is something I can do from anywhere in the world. But some days I look at my computer and want to throw them out the window, nuke my side, and run to the next stop on my travel list from. I do not want to worry about the mail that needs to be written, or the emails that need to be answered.
My life is a constant train between these two emotions. And it is often why I never tell people what I do. I'm not ashamed of it. But at the end of the day, I want to be just another traveler. I dislike the comments and questions, to say the people who come, what I'm doing. We end up talking and how horny my work for 15 minutes, and from then on, I am the travel writers, not the traveler. I am very grateful for the chance to have the life that I lead. I am very happy. But I hate to talk about me, and I hate talking about my "work." And sometimes I feel like this "job" creates a wall between me and a carefree existence.
Which brings me back to Amsterdam.
In Amsterdam my computer was shut down. In Amsterdam I was only the traveler for many days. I avoided the "what you do back home?" How often I could, but finally, I let spill it easy. However, I had the answer in a way I had not before. I said what I've done, I've answered a few questions and then I just moved on. are not allowed by the call down 20 minutes about how awesome of a job I did, I could not build it.
Thereafter, I was just a backpackers with a really cool blog.
I often say that the tasks that are keeping us from the street illusory. Once we put it down, they're gone. Your bills, job, car and home are gone once you simply press the way out. In Amsterdam, I put my own burden down. In my head I had this job, which to be held me by a careless traveler. It stopped me that the traveler will I - the one who enjoys watching at the moment, not worrying about email. But it was all in my head. The only thing that keeps me I was not back some illusory responsibility. By owning my burden, I published it. I thought it even let me down. I think it made me hold back.
And so I have the backpacker was back I always wanted to be.
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