I get asked “Why would you do that?” almost every other day.
I don’t know.
Apparently, my natural reaction to most situations is the equivalent of milking a llama to other people. “Seriously, why would you do that?”
Take for instance my half-assed attempt to move to South Korea. I applied for a job as an English teacher for elementary students, got accepted, and before I knew it, I was making arrangements to buy a one-way ticket to the other side of the world. I didn’t speak the language, I hated children, and I can’t stomach seafood (which is a staple in the Korean diet). Needless to say, I stayed in Philly.
Another great idea I had was to buy a broken scooter and fix it up and ride it around the city with my dog on the back. I was dating a mechanic at the time and thought he could fix it up. I also assumed that my dog could learn how to ride on the back of a 50 cc. The guy dumped me before I could get it fixed and my dog has the physical dimensions of a bowling ball, so ofcourse that wouldn’t work. The scooter ended up sitting in my kitchen for a year before I sold it for $50.
My track record in poor decision making is pretty solid. However, I really think that my latest plan is actually going to work. I’m running away to England for two months to just hang out.
I have a very loose idea of what is going to happen. I do have a guaranteed roof above my head in Portsmouth for two months. But I also want to spend two weeks in London, two weeks in Wales and visit France and Denmark while I’m over there. I’ll also be playing roller derby most likely with a British team.
The entire time I will be working. My clients are lovely and loading me up with deadlines, so money won’t ever be an issue. I’m also returning to a full time job (with benefits!!!) and an apartment, so it’ll kinda be like I never left.
You probably think I’m the biggest idiot in the world or the bravest. Many people have asked me why I’m going. What does traveling half way across the world accomplish? Why can’t you just go for a week?
The main reason I was going was for a boy. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to go for myself. I wanted to go so far away from my home that I’d get a chance to miss all that I left behind.
I also think traveling opens you up to experience and to the world, especially if you’re traveling alone.
I’ve reached a point in my life and in my career where I can either continue doing what I’m doing or change it. I’ve proven to myself that I can be a full time freelance writer, but a long term job in this field isn’t what I want.
Philly has also lost its luster. I think I need to be away from this city to truly appreciate it again.
It’s not that I’m running away forever. I’m simply removing myself from a life that I’ve become unhappy with. Two months in a different country is a long enough time to figure out what I want to do.
So, we’ll see. Maybe moving is another dumb idea. Or maybe it’ll be the best bad decision I’ve ever made.