chaos

The life of a nomad is all fun and games until you are packing for multiple climates and need various outdoor gear and all of your belongings are stashed across the country. This silly little life is so so so fun and I am forever greatful for it. I know what I’m about to write are very much first world problems but I don’t want my social media to be a highlight reel.

I’m not complaining just want to be fully transparent in the fact that I would kill for something stable at the moment. My entire life is chaos. And I thrive in that… but it would be cool to know where I’m sleeping at night not day of and be able to plan my calendar more than a week out. I miss being able to just walk to a friends house and have a crew to hang out with on a weekly basis. It’s not a great combination when all my relationships are long distance and I’m incapable of keeping up with texts. I also lose everything in my possession and now I’m supposed to just always have my passport on my person cause I can’t keep it stashed in a safe space on the road. Which I should really find a new system for, because on my person is not a safe space for me. The odds are slim I don’t lose it before I leave the county this weekend. I’m that asshole at Starbucks that pulled out three different currencies when trying to find cash because their card system was down. My car registration is set to expire because I have no bills to verify a home address because I do not in fact have one. I opened birthday cards this week… my birthday was in early April. It takes me 5 minutes minimum to answer the question “where do you live?” My phone literally glitches when I pull up maps because it wants to automatically populate the time to get home but it has so no idea where that location actually is. And honestly Siri most days neither do I. The airport gate agent on my last flight asked where I was headed and it look me an embarrassing amount of time to remember what that destination was. Zillow keeps notifying me I have a gap in my housing history as if it’s an error but it is real. I get so excited when I meet someone rad and then heartbroken when I realize I am in that town for another day and then we will be added to each others long distance friend roster.

I am mainly just writing this as my own reminder to future Erin to enjoy the stability once I eventually find home base. Cause I know the second it happens I’ll miss this chaotic life. But let’s be honest I’m chaos even in the calm.

hungry, dehydrated, and running on 3 hours of sleep,

Erin