25,000+ miles and 18 months later, I've come back to Seattle, the starting point of my nomadic journey.
This is not only a major milestone, it is also loaded with significance and meaning....
First, I survived to tell the tale. I trusted life to took care of me and it did. That and a whole lot more: It gifted me with countless blessings and treasures and it demanded I give up almost everything; it expanded me and broke me open; it inspired me and brought me to knees; it guided me and expected the best from me.
Second, I gave up most of my fantasies and illusions about traveling. When I left I figured it would be fairly easy to live and work while on the road. I imagined a seamless patching together of work exchanges, community living, house sitting and couch surfing would be all it would take to keep a roof over my head. Easy and seamless are NOT the words I would use to describe my experiences on the road. NOT AT ALL! After my very first work exchange and my research into some of the work study programs at spiritual communities, I learned quickly that the reality is quite different from the idea. Lots of cool-sounding living arrangements while great on paper, ultimately end up having the usual communication problems and other human drama attached to them. There is NO escaping this. However, if you want to build character, living with people you barely know sharing a kitchen and bathroom is a great way to start.
Third, working while on the road is no walk in the park. Building/maintaining a business is difficult enough when you stay in one place, building/maintaining it while in a constant state of flux is extremely challenging. It's not always easy to stay confident, cultivate relationships and behave professionally when you're wondering where you're doing to stay in a brand new city. With that said, I did enjoy the changing backdrops and energy that traveling provides. Also because I had so much more time than I ever had I was able to write my first e-book and run my first e-course. So that's something.
Fourth, I rediscovered my passion for writing. The more I travel, the more important my writing has become. So much so that I noticed the time I spend writing, time and space disappear and I feel completely at home. Spending time with my Muse allows me to feel that comfort one feels when one is in an environment when one feels safe, loved and cared for. So instead of feeling unmoored or adrift, I found a way to feel deeply connected to my Inner Guide/Higher Self. This has been life altering to say the least. I've always known this, but I finally put it to the full test. It's clearly a major part of my purpose in being here.
Finally, I have a stronger relationship with my intuition. In fact, I don't know where I'd be without it. All of the pain I experienced on my travels happened when I didn't listen to my inner guidance. On the other hand, when I did listen, things flowed. EVERY TIME. And it's a long and exhausting journey through hell when you step out of that intuitive flow. Life becomes a punishing and painful struggle rather than an a light, effortless flow. The biggest lesson I picked up along the way is this: Fear is a terrible decision maker!
Now that I'm back in Seattle, the question naturally arises: What's next? Right now, I can honestly answer I don't know. My travels have taught me to live more in the present and not plan too far ahead. I have a sense of what may unfold in the coming months as I've been given glimpses here and there, but I don't like to speak much about it until the clarity and certainty comes. I've shared some of those glimpses on previous blog posts, but life is full of unexpected surprises and therefore I cannot presume to know what's in store. If I had to guess, I'd say I probably won't stop traveling anytime soon.
It's been quite an adventure and I'm still enjoying the ride.