As I have stated in previous posts, I am preparing for the biggest adventure of my life. I have just given my notice to the landlord. As of April 30th I will be homeless. As of May 28 I will no longer be owned by a paycheck. As I brace for this new kind of life, I look around and realize what kind of burdens I am letting go of. A co-worker came up to me last week asking about this bike ride I am taking. I informed her what is was for and why I was doing it. I also informed her that I was leaving my job and my apartment and getting rid of everything I own.
She was so envious it was weird. She told me how much she admired me for having the courage to do such a thing. It felt good to hear this from someone I barely know. The more I take the steps towards freedom, the more people I know realize that I really am going to do this. Not only am I going to do this, but I am going to enjoy my life with as little as possible. My partner is always giving me a hard time about being a hoarder. My family is probably on the extreme edge of hoarding. I do fight it, but unlike someone with a hoarding problem, I can let go of things. I am choosing to do so now, before it becomes my permenant leash.
I told my father two months ago the plan. I avoided telling my mom, since she is still upset anytime I talk about riding my bike. Since the collision, she is freaked out about my riding a bicycle. I called her on Saturday and asked about my birth certificate, since I am trying to get my passport. The ride ends in Canada, and I need one for that, but since I am hoping to join the Peace Corps, I should get a real passport instead of an enhanced driver’s license. I then told her I needed my passport for this ride, by the way I quit my job and gave up my apartment. I expected a barrage of negative comments. Instead I got, Oh my god I can totally see you excelling in this. You will enjoy this so much, I wish I could do something like that. It is one of the only times in my life where my mother supports my decisions. Amazing things do happen.