I heard a quote I loved this week:

“When you’re 85 and on your deathbed, you’re not going to wish you had fewer crazy stories to tell.”

I’m not my parents agree. I feel like they think I need to settle down.

When I speak to them, they tell me:

“I was reading that the number one reason people stop being nomads is that they get tired of having no home and eventually settle down somewhere”

They say it like that isn’t the most obvious statement in the world.

For, if someone is defined by being someone who moves, then practically the only reason they stop being that thing, is when they stop moving!

They say it like it means of course I too must settle down, and that will be the end of it all.

Most people assume that our lives must become more static as we age.

I choose to believe that’s not true. The reality of it doesn’t really matter. Choose the beliefs that drive you towards action.

Because it’s more useful to believe that life can continue to be surprising, and we can continue to change, grow, and take on new adventures in new lands with new friends.

Does that mean I won’t live in one spot for a long period of time?

I don’t think so.

Travel can be tiring. And it’s wonderful to feel at home in a place, surrounded by friends and familiar faces.

So undoubtably I will stop moving at some point.

And the cynics will say:

“I told you so”

And I will nod, and smile. Let them have their tiny win for today.

Because leaving “home” continues to be the best decision I ever made.