When I was younger I always wanted to become a pilot.
Being a pilot just seemed like something I was destined to do. My family supported me, everyone I knew thought I should do it. I worked at an airport, spoke to pilots, took classes at the community college, planned on joining the United States Air Force, applied to flight schools all over America. I was actually going to move to Florida where I would pursue my life’s intention of becoming a metal bird.
No matter how many great things surrounded the idea of flying a plane, one thing always held me back, “How long will I be away from my family?”
I didn’t have a family of my own. I didn’t live on my own. Sure, I had loved ones, but that wasn’t the family I was talking about. I was talking about the anticipated love of a wife, several children, with a girl being the oldest, a backyard, maybe on a ranch, with a house painted white with decorative green details. There was a time when that was my dream, my aspirations, my, “maybe someday.”
As the years went past, my dreams of becoming a pilot along with my dreams of having a family dissipated as I matured. Maybe I started living in the present, I really don’t know. It’s almost impossible to remember how I pictured how everything would be back in my more naive days.
I never took up piloting, even with knowing how adventurous it sounded.
I seemed to always be the type of person who’d wonder how long he could stay instead of where he could go next.
How Long Will You Stay?
I enjoy reading a lot of blogs that talk about location independence. How certain people all over the blogosphere can just get up and go as they please. For some people it’s not just a weekend vacation, taking pictures and standing in front of statues and buildings. For some, it’s a bulk four months out of their lives learning culture, eating food, and wording foreign phrases. The idea that you can’t do London in a week. How long then? How long does it take to get the full experience of where you are? Is it really four months? What constitutes when you should leave? By the end of four months, is it really possible to just cut off all ties and just leave. No looking back.
I understand that I won’t get to see the rest of the world if I stay in one place, but what if maybe I could just wait until the place where I am becomes barren. I kind of want to wait until I truly have a reason to leave. I just really don’t see the point in leaving to go somewhere new, if I still really like where I am.
Lenka and I broke up.