In January, one night, I booked a plane ticket. I picked the dates that I thought would be ideal to walk the Camino de Santiago in Northern Spain, but I bought the ticket without doing the thing I had done for every trip I had taken in the last 20 years, requesting the time off from work. I had decided that walking the Camino was going to be the first thing I do after quitting my job.
I’ve invested 20 years, my entire professional career, with the US Federal Government. That kind of secure job is not something I ever thought I’d give up, but in a quest to find more out of life I have. After saving up for the last three years and a lot of daydreaming, I’m at the airport for my first destination in what I hope is at least a year of travel.
It still has not sunk in that I was able to pull this off. Over the summer I sold my townhouse, minimized my possessions before putting the rest in storage, and crashed at a friend’s house for the last month. Yesterday I sold my car which just feels weird since I have had a car since I was 14. My backpack is packed, but the thing that is making it real is that I have no keys! No house key, no car key and no keys for work. I’ve always focused on my home,and by extension my car, as my safe place- the place I can relax. Here begins my challenge to find that sense of home out and about in the world.