When I look at where I am, I realize that I can pretty much go wherever I want. I have no debts, no lingering attachments, and if I really wanted to, I can leave everything behind in a heartbeat. I have enough money to survive and if I don't, I have faith in my skills. I live light and I'm by no means a hoarder. Give me a phone, my wallet, and laptop, and I'm good. So what's preventing me from going nomad?
Easy: me. It's just not in my personality. I'm afraid to roam too far from known territory. I'm a creature of habit, and if I don't get my three square meals a day or go to sleep in my bed, I won't be in rhythm. When I'm out in the world, I feel trepidation. I hate that feeling of being lost, of being unable to return to what's familiar. I recognize that I've been shackled by this feeling as many times as I've been saved by it. Being able to find your way back is just as important as being able to lose yourself.
Chances in life don't line up easily. They often wander in no set pattern and appear random, which makes that one opportunity feel almost...predestined. Fate is only coincidence, but when we can defy the odds, it makes risks worth taking, even if it means straying far from the beaten path. What awaits us outside our comfort zone? That's an answer that can only be found by searching.
