I’m nomadic by nature. I’m used to being in limbo, but boy, don’t it get old? I’ve been more or less living out of suitcases for the past 6 years. I spent 3 years abroad and now it’s been almost 3 years since I’ve been home. But I still don’t have my own place and I’ve grown tired of the nomadic lifestyle.
I’m not a gambler and I don’t like to spend money if it’s not necessary. So when I moved back home in the fall of 2017, I refrained from renting an apartment. It just feels like a colossal waste of money to me. I don’t even have any furniture. My dad and stepmom kindly allowed to live with them until I finished my beloved bus project. But just as everyone predicted, living out of a bus is less glamorous than it appears on Instagram. I only lasted a few months.
My plans to live out of my bus we’re thwarted when winter came, and I’ve been bouncing around since, all my mail going to a PO Box, my belongings stowed in the bus, and me essentially living out of my office. My next plan was to move the bus to a friend’s property and live out of it until the fall, and then buy a house. Both those plans have been canceled as I may end up jobless by the time fall comes around. A slow economy = low student enrollment. So now I don’t know what to do or how to plan for the future.
I was so ready to no longer be in limbo, to have my own place, with my own mailbox, and all of my possessions in one place, but the universe had other plans in mind. So I’m changing my mindset too. I am home. I’m safe, comfortable, and happy. All I can do is take one day at a time. I’m embracing the limbo and reminding myself to live in the moment. And it feels pretty good.
