It was two years ago today that I turned in my laptop and badges and walked out the door of my employer for the previous four years. In doing so, I ended 4 decades of working full-time (a misnomer for high tech travelers, to be sure). I began a new chapter in my life, but I honestly didn’t know how things would go.
Two years on, I’m happy to say things are going well. The first year was a struggle for many reasons: lots of things broke, including me a few times, and I fell into the classic trap for many new full-time vagabonds: moving fast, moving a lot, thinking I had to see it all right now.
This second year, I have moved slower, moved less, seen more, and even started to think about what direction I might go in year three. I’m still thinking about it as I begin it tomorrow.
Even with all the ups and downs, I’m happy with my decision to walk away from the high tech life and get back to basics: a tiny house that straps on to the back of my car, fewer possessions, more creativity, and way less stress.
Here’s this week’s home, that’s Breeze on the far left.
… the terrifying but marvelous terrain of unknown outcome.