I’ve come to terms with the fact that I can’t stay in one place longer than a few weeks, a month tops. I get itchy feet wanting to burst out to explore fresh ground, meet new people and see amazing cities. I can’t bear to stay in a place for an extended amount of time, as I become complacent about my surroundings if I stay for too long. I am a wanderer and I need to keep moving.
I was never cut out for the 9am-5pm lifestyle. I can appreciate routine and have my own OCD tendencies, but for me it becomes boring too quickly. There is a certain consistency in the lack of consistency I have in my day to day and it’s kind of invigorating. I far prefer the unknown, not having any idea what each day will hold. It’s why I have always been drawn to a creative career and an active lifestyle.
In the fashion world, every day could be different. I gravitated towards jobs with shift work so that my hours would always change, allowing me to fill my free time how I wanted, whether it be in the morning or evening. Once that career became monotonous I knew it was time to move on and this is where I find myself now. I am a nomad roaming across the world, not knowing where my next wage will come from or where I’ll be resting my head for the night, but I am so completely ok with this.
“I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list”
– Susan Sontag
I love the opportunities I get to create while connecting with different cultures and forming worldwide friendships. Of course there are also certain circumstances that I have little to no tolerance for and this is another reason why I’ll happily move on, ready for a change of scenery as soon as possible. Many see this as a fault within myself and I’ve been asked more times than I like “Why can’t you just be normal and settle down?” They insinuate the correct path in life is having a stable career, buying a house, getting married and then getting knocked up. I can only ask in return “Why should I have to fulfil your ideal way of living, when it’s not mine?” If I were to have a family one day that doesn’t automatically mean I have to become stagnant. Why can’t I choose to be with someone who has the same values as me and then travel with our family?
If you are in tune with what you truly seek in life and are pursuing it, whether that be stability, or a life of chaos, then pat yourself on the back. Knowing who you are and what you want is rare and I can only hope you are completely and utterly satisfied. Personally, I am still learning. I think I always will be. I am gaining a greater perspective from each direction i take and decision I make of what I want out of life. I am content with my current choices, just as you should be with yours.
It was the realisation that I had no need for countless silly objects, filling a home I didn’t want to be stuck in that helped fuel my passion for a change from the ordinary. I can easily provide my styling skills to create the pristine image of homely perfection for another, but I don’t personally want to pursue that. In previous jobs I was often ridiculed for not spending my paycheque on designer clothing like my colleagues, preferring to wear cheap high street options and saving my money for traveling abroad. I have no regrets about this as clothes and soft furnishings go out of fashion, but happiness doesn’t.
For now I am always excited for what lays ahead, even when times are tough, or I don’t know where I’m headed next, which is my current reality as I handed in my notice after only working one month as a nanny in Italy. I am enjoying living a nomadic life, but maybe something, or someone, will make me want to stay in one place for longer than I planned. If that day comes I won’t be settling down and becoming ‘normal’ like everyone wants, because for me to stay in one place it would have to mean the start of a new adventure. For now I’ll keep enjoying my crazy whirlwind of a solo escapade. That is, until something else captures my attention.
♥ Love from Leah
*** Image is my footprints walking through the snow in Cortina d’Ampezzo and edited with a quote from the writer Rachel Wolchin