Got an email from a couple of friends last week. Every time I get an email from them I can't help but wonder where it's from.
Mr. Jazz and I met these people in Nepal when we went there for the second time. They were on a year long journey through Asia. When they sent the most recent email, they had just arrived in Bangkok on their way to Myanmar.
Last January, they left home for an eight month trip in South America. When they got home (in the south of France) they stuck around for a couple of weeks then travelled by bicycle to Turkey and back.
Now, about a month later they’re off to Asia – for several more months.
No, they aren’t independently wealthy. They work for a couple of years, then sell everything they own and backpack until there’s no money left.
Then rinse, repeat.
Though I’ve travelled a fair bit (at least in comparison with most people), I really envy them their lifestyle.
I envy them their capacity to not get bogged down by things.
I envy their ability to dump all things material except what can fit in a backpack and just leave for a year or more at a time.
As I sit here at my the office, I envy them their talent for living the life they want to live, with no compromises and no trade offs - well, except having to work a couple of years to get the money together to leave for yet another couple of years (which all in al doesn't seem like a huge trade off).
I envy them the guts it takes to actually live like this. I find I'm sadly lacking in the guts department.