It has slowly been occurring to me recently that I am living quite the nomadic lifestyle these days.
It all started when I was trying to figure out the last time I worked in Utah (for tax purposes), which was in April of last year. Then it really hit me when a guest asked the question that nearly every inquisitive tourist asks, “What do you do during the winter?” Most of them realize that the vast majority of the workers in Denali are only seasonal. They like to know where we all go at the end of September. It fascinates most people that this huge operation only lasts 5 months out of each year.
Anywho, I pondered how to answer this question Readers Digest style, which I realized is quite hard to do in my case.
I quickly explained to the person that I am married to a Bulgarian and I live in Bulgaria in the winter. Then they asked me what I do there
I was stumped. Because, quite frankly, the answer is nothing. To be fair, I did just move to BG last December and we spent the long, cold winter just hanging out in our apartment and then in March I went back to Utah for a visit and then to Alaska for work. And when I head back to BG in a few months, I will probably do more “hanging out.” Sure, I want to find a job. I would love to find a job. If I found a good one, we’d be able to stay in Bulgaria longer. As it is, it looks like we’ll be trekking back to Alaska next summer for another tourist season.
It may be a permanent move to the U.S., it may not be. But that’s a post for another day.
You might be wondering where I am going with all of this.
My point is that I don’t feel grounded. I’m rootless. While I now call Bulgaria home, I haven’t lived there for more than a few months. On the same note, Salt Lake City (while always my hometown) is no longer home either. That is unless you can call an air mattress on the floor of my old bedroom in my mom’s house home. And finally, while Denali is home for now, I am packing up and leaving again in just 3 short weeks.
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for the past 18 month because, really, I have.
And guess what? I don’t mind.
For now I am happy to be living out my wanderlust dreams. For now I enjoy having the freedom to go wherever I want to go, whenever I want to go. For someone so completely enamored with seeing the world, it’s a pretty great feeling.
The only thing that could make it better were if my hubs and I were doing it in one of these:
All that said, I do foresee a time in the future where I will want to settle down and plant some roots.
We want to start a family; and, while adventurous and fun, a nomadic lifestyle isn’t completely conducive to that.
I’ll think I’ll always be a wanderer deep down, however. So finding out how to balance that with a more “normal” or traditional life will be the goal.
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