In 10 years I would love to be homeless

In 10 years I would love to be homeless. To travel the world and have no idea where I could end up next. To discover hidden gems in all the nooks and crannies of the world. I would write about all my findings, big or small, to share with my family one day if I ever decide to settle and everyone who might be curious. Imagine if money wasn't an issue, and you could pick any place in the world where would it be? some might pick a beautiful spot to raise a family and settle in, others might choose to be in different places each week and both are completely good options.

Who knows? maybe I'll be climbing Mount Everest by then, or hike up the beautiful temples of Macchu Picchu, I could be in Spain talking to locals and learning about their culture and their language, or kayaking with seals. I would fall asleep knowing the next day would be a completely different day not knowing what to expect.

But in the end, I'll come back to the people I love bringing nothing but a backpack and endless stories of thrilling adventures. The world has too much to offer and it would be a shame to miss it in this short amount of time that we have, maybe other people will hear about my stories and decide that they too want to be wandering nomads bringing in new stories for new generations.

I would love to be homeless for many reasons, but one thing that I'll think about most during my journeys is that when the time comes, I would not shed a tear or wallow at the things I could've done rather I would leave happily knowing that I've lived life for all its worth and had a good one.

06/08/2018