This couple had all the 'stuff' according to a material 'tick-box list' but still described feeling empty and as if they were 'sleepwalking through life like zombies' and were being treated for depression. Not now though. I love their solution and that it has worked for them. 6 years happily on the move, meeting new people and having new experiences, and counting...
Edited by - m06 on 11/22/2020 04:39:11
I admire them for making such a choice and change. If they have found a way to achieve happiness and hopefully not be a drag on others in the form of wellfare etc, good for them. I am a bit envious, but now that I am on the other end of life, and could do it as old folks, its just not in my cards. We did spend a month in Europe (pre-covid days) and hope to do more like that.
Our responsibilities to other family members seem to "shape" our lives. For some time children and spouse, and later in life just our spouse.
I have friends who both had good jobs, and a nice house on a lake. One rainy day the roof started leaking and he was trying to repair it during the rain. At one point he said I'm ready to quit now, sell it all, and hit the road. She replied, don't tempt me, and the next thing you knew they sold the house, cars, motorcycles and just about everything else and bought a camper and headed out. They traveled for a year across the country and back, and when they returned it was to a much simpler life. Most of what we work for is to get more stuff that causes us to have to work more.
Originally posted by DC5
<snip> One rainy day the roof started leaking and he was trying to repair it during the rain. At one point he said I'm ready to quit now...." <snip>
Onto a bit of a tangent, but ^^ reminds me of one of my friends. He and his wife had just moved from England; he had accepted a job in the same school I was switching to. The hiring division had agreed to meet them at the airport, get them out to the community [1.5 hour drive], have accommodations set up, etc. You might guess where this is headed.... the division had done none of that.
Anyhoo, the couple found their way... rented a house a short mile out of town. Initially without a car, they walked. The Friday p.m. routine was that his wife would walk to town, do a bit grocery shopping, and they'd walk home together. The kids on the passing school bus typically hollered a few taunts/insults and made a few gestures (?) out the windows, but I guess the day/afternoon had been a particularly trying one. An argument ensued and he threw the groceries on the side the road and they trudged on home.... where "Old Mother Hubbard" sat waiting. After time to calm down, and reassess things, it was back out to gather up the groceries.
But they made a different decision... stuck it out, eventually fitting onto the treadmill with the rest of us.
Edited by - Owen on 11/22/2020 08:03:43
Originally posted by Owen>Anyhoo, the couple found their way... rented a house a short mile out of town. Initially without a car, they walked<
Lol...sooo English. Please tell me he was wearing white socks in sandals.
On your continent also an activity that is a quick route to becoming roadkill. Or being stared at as if an alien by drivers who react like they never realised that legs move forward and back.
Edited by - m06 on 11/22/2020 08:20:04
There's businesses all across North America who cater to the "movers" with mail boxes as a fixed address. They stockpile your mail, return nothing and it sits for you to show up. In many places, the "NO" people have rigged the laws so if you move around, you are automatically, by definition, a bum and a vagrant.
The grass is not necessarily greener on the other side of the fence.
You will learn that when you are standing in it.
I knew a very successful guy in Vancouver. He sold it all up and bought a whopper of a boat for far less than a house or a condo. He sails up and down the coast for the weekends and moors in Vancouver to go to work.
Rat race drop out life styles are far less common here in NZ than in the late 60s and 70s...and I've spent some time wondering why, considering the perceived higher demands on people these days. Once there was lots of bushy communes in NZs warmer climes, live aboard sailors, bus dwellings and all sorts of alternate life style communities here.
I went looking for them in the 70s and there was many options, and my wife and I, for a number of years, lived in a surfer community in an isolated area with great surf breaks. Then again in the early 2000s....... we once again broke away from the rat race, this time on our live aboard yacht.....we soon lost track of time, and only ever knew if it was Saturday because the mooring areas would get busy, and Sunday afternoons because they would empty out...often leaving us as the only solitary boat for the next 5 days.
We could find very few other " drop outs ". We lived in some of NZs most idyllic coastal spots for 7 years, and only encounted a handful of others doing the same thing. My observation has been that young people now, even with the perceived higher pressures associated with modern life, are far less likely to give up the comforts, conveniences and security of the rat race, than our generation ever was...which has always perplexed me.
When I first heard the lyrics to "Greenback Dollar", I thought what a wonderful life it would be, wandering about with my guitar.
Actually knew TWO people who pretty much did that.
And, by gosh, they worked harder at being good musicians, than i did at my actual day job.
Now that I'm retired, I could do that, but how big a semitrailer would I need, to bring along my guitars, banjos, ukes, et bluddy cetra!
I knew a graphic designer that had an office overlooking the beach in La Jolla San Diego. She threw in the towel 12 years ago and moved to a little fishing village in Mexico and learned Spanish. She works as a freelance artist and website designer. She built a house on the Pacific. We go visit every winter.
Originally posted by mike gregory
... I thought what a wonderful life it would be, wandering about with my guitar. ...
I thought about that. I even bought a book, Folk Guitar as a Profession, that gave the ins and outs of the business.
But I realized that I made music all the time, with friends on weekends or in evenings, at mass on Sundays, and constantly in school with the kids, and had a steady income. I didn't need to chuck it all and go on the road - and, if I did, I had the summer off to do it.
Originally posted by mike gregory
When I first heard the lyrics to "Greenback Dollar", I thought what a wonderful life it would be, wandering about with my guitar. Actually knew TWO people who pretty much did that. <snip>
About a decade back we encountered a dude busking in Lake Havasu, NV. We briefly shot the breeze with him; if my memory serves my correctly, and fwiw, he said that at that time he was one of only about six people in the US making their actual living that way. He mentioned spending parts of a couple of summers in BC and AB his info seemed accurate enough, so I figure he wasn't just stringing me along.
Shocked to read this morning that this happy and uplifting story has taken a disturbing twist:
I hope they find Esther safe and well.
That sure is a drag !
The most fortunate are the ones who discover a way to be happy without the luxurious trimmings. We are all brought up by parents who will typically have a good lifetime plan for us. In my case my parents were children of the depression years so their formula was to work and study enough to be light years away from the poor house. Security is mostly a creation of our own imagination. We can acquire money but we can also fail miserably at other obvious and simpler good things in life. Health, family relations, and career choices are often a good example of missing the boat. Finding a second chance that will fit your situation is discovering a generous gift.
I bought my home in the village of McBride back in 2000. I had plenty of opportunities to check out small towns all over BC. Short-listed 3 of them. 2.5 hrs from the city is good. Very well-built house that I own. 2 x 1200 sqft and totally finished. Two complete kitchens, even a walk-in cold room with butcher hooks! Bailed out of my job 2006 and settled into my home full time.
Goods and services, including modest health care, is adequate.
I can go to the city to buy clothes or order whatever I like on line.
In terms of "well being", Mike, I have learned that what ever I want isn't necessarily on the shelf. We learn to wait. "It will be on the next week's truck." (Or the week after).
No choice but to slow down and that alone must be good for my head.
'5 Star banjo heads' 29 min
'Metal pot banjo' 37 min
'What style is this?' 2 hrs
'Focus for clawhammer ' 2 hrs
'Dooley' 3 hrs