As we grappled with how to handle these transitions I've been thinking a lot about change. Particularly, changes of scene. Travel. Not the off-on-vacation type, but the gone-for-a-year, will-call-when/if-skype works type. In fight or flight situation, I choose flight, preferably to another continent. I am daydreaming of Australian beaches, London alleys and bright deserts that I have never set foot in.
In early adulthood, there can be a daunting sense of permanence. High school seniors are asked what they want to be, and when they figure it out they are expected to chase that dream down, no matter how long the run. I have to remind myself that really, very little we do is forever. I am not taking this position forever, and I am not tied to Boston forever. I don't need to make housing decisions that will last years, when a decision that will last months will do.
In a culture that dictates what "should" come next, I need to break in and remind my type-A brain that it's alright to abandon the plan. It's good to detour, wander, try something and decide I don't like it. After all, the best discoveries on a trip often happen when you put the map away.
One of my favorite blogs, Sparkling Adventures, highlights the life of a nomadic Australian family. They live out of a bus, home school the kids and travel wherever they feel want. Extreme, yes, but oh so tempting.
At the same time, I know I also crave the permanence. I love coming back to my childhood home, and the lake house that my family members have rested at for centuries. I want to put down my own roots, but sometimes being a tumbleweed seems so appealing.
How much do you succumb to wanderlust, and how much do you stick to your plan? Is there a way to balance the transient and the permanent? I would love to read your thoughts!