Melissa and I are on this adventure. It’s unlike any adventure either of us have ever been on before. We don’t know anyone else close to us who’s doing what we’re doing, nor anyone who has done what we’re doing; We’re living in 12 cities in 12 months!
We don’t know all of the cities yet. We’ve done Minneapolis and St. Louis thus far. We don’t know if we’ll stay in the USA or if we’ll go to any other countries. The only thing we know is that we want to do this, for now.
My wife is a good sport. She has embraced this big idea that I’m pretty sure I came up with, but she has expressed a few feelings that champion a non-nomadic lifestyle. For instance, she misses the grocery store she’s familiar with and the health club that has it all! I get it. Giving up your home and all the things you’re familiar with is a bit of a jolt.
One thing I’ve noticed is that I miss my kitchen table. Our journey includes renting furnished abodes. So far, these places have been much smaller than the spacious suburban home we lived in for many years. They have tiny kitchen tables or none at all! How can a couple live without a kitchen table? Where do I put the things I’m carrying when I get home? Where do I sit to chat with family and friends? Where do I rest my elbows?
Our current situation has a little counter with two “meh” stools. Sitting at them for a meal feels a bit like sitting at a counter at a diner, but without the joy of people-watching. There’s no eye-to-eye contact as my wife and I discuss our day. The view is boring. Who wants to stare at a small kitchen while eating? It’s to the point, we don’t even eat there together now.
I miss other things. Well, conveniences. When you live in a house, you can drive into your garage, avoid getting wet on rainy days, and easily bring in your groceries and set all of them onto your spacious kitchen table. Now, a grocery trip practically requires an athletic feat of strength and stamina.
I have to tell myself that we’re very early into this. I might be suffering from some form of comfort-withdrawal. If we want to live nomadically, we need to accept the places as they are. It can be a pain to be outside our comfort zone, but you know what? That’s exactly what we’re trying to do — expand our comfort zone.
I see it far too often. The comfort zone eventually becomes boring zone. Heck, it can be simply exemplified by sitting on the couch all day. Initially, it’s appealing, “I’m going to chill on this comfy couch, relax and watch some stuff.” But in about 2-3 hours, I AM BORED!
So, where’s my kitchen table? It’s gone! It’s been sold and that very action just might provide new, mind-expanding life experiences.