The easiest, yet very truthful, answer is that I don’t want to live in the Midwest. I’m just not a fan of cornfields and long, bitter winters. In fact, I sort of hate corn and avoid it as much as possible. Unless I feel the need for a crunchy, salty complement for a nutritious salsa…which I would still encourage better non-corn alternatives. The deceptive beauty of cornfields may strike some, but it sure doesn’t fool me! I could tell you why I have such an awful relationship with corn and perhaps change your perspective of corn…
More deeply, I get bored with what I’ve known my whole life. I crave exploration of the unknown. Engaging in other lifestyles stimulates my spirit. I like having unfamiliar and even uncomfortable experiences that transform my thought process, and sometimes, even confront my beliefs and challenge my values. So naturally, I yearn to travel. My love for this ride of life provokes me to understand everything I possibly can. As pioneers of our own existence, why not expand as far as every possibility? Perhaps this has something to do with my moon in Aquarius or my Venus in Sagittarius (Confused? Ask Megan Walsh, she can explain).
And even deeper, I had to ask myself “At the end of my 20s, am I happy with the direction my life is going?” The years were becoming stagnant, slowly taking directions away from the things that make me truly happy. I had a sustainable life with plenty of support, but felt as if my heart would slowly become a catacomb of lost dreams if I didn’t change something. The last few years were spent slowly letting go of my creativity and putting away playful experiences that kept my heart pumping. I wasn’t creating the life that I really wanted. My lifestyle wasn’t supplying the space I needed to really understand what I want to build and how I’m going to do it.
So the opportunity approached to travel with my tribe in a van across the Pacific Northwest and I decided to take a risk. The time was right, I had been saving to travel someday and that “someday” came. To be real, I had to admit to myself that this expedition may fail. Anything is certainly possible. I may crash and burn. This was hard for me - an achiever, perfectionist, and worrywart - to swallow, believe me! However, I had to also look back and recognize how far I’ve come. The hurdles life threw only made me more resilient and resourceful. I see the lessons through all the battles and am grateful for the life navigation skills I’ve attained along the way. As a thoughtful planner, hard-worker, and determined being, I know that I can overcome obstacles. I trust myself. I know I can count on myself because I choose to make the best out of the life I have.
At this point, I’m not 100% certain why I’m choosing the nomadic lifestyle for now. I do want to travel, explore areas to move to, be a minimalist, learn some life lessons and “find myself.” Along the adventure, I want to get comfortable with trusting myself as I move through unfamiliar areas in life. I want to learn what I don’t already know about myself in this world. All the more, I just want to trust my intuition. It feels right. I’m learning to follow my heart, while accepting what is dealt to me at the same time. I’m learning my limits, allowing my heart to coexist in this world outside of my self. I’ve set intentions to just be and allow myself space for whatever crosses my path, asking the universe to provide, listening openly to its answers.
…so I was called to move on from cornfields.