When I first began my minimalist journey, my dream was to slowly rid myself of all possessions, until I could live nomadically and carry what I owned in a single bag. I’m happy to say I achieved that when my husband and I moved to England in 2009; we drifted for several years, with the barest of essentials.
Of course, while on the road, we sometimes yearned to settle down—noisy sublets, less-than-spotless hotel rooms, and the hunt for laundry facilities can eventually take their toll. So after our daughter was born, we bought a house; to be honest, I couldn’t imagine having another housing crisis with an infant in tow. It’s not too daunting to hole up in a hotel room for a bit (or even a train station for a night) when you’re footloose, fancy-free, and have failed to find a short-stay apartment. With a baby, it’s another story.
Still, the transition to homeownership has been difficult psychologically. As much as I love our house and neighborhood, there’s something a little less exciting (for me) about knowing where we’ll be in six months. And as nice as it is to put stuff in closets, I sometimes miss living out of a suitcase. The nomadic itch has resurfaced, and I’m once again fantasizing about hitting the road. It won’t happen for awhile; my husband has a great job, and I’d prefer to wait until Plumblossom’s a little older. But it’s an idea that’s occupying my thoughts, and as such, will occupy my blog.
Right now, my reality is a kinder, gentler minimalism—and I’m okay with that. At the moment, this lifestyle is more comfortable for my daughter, and accommodating to friends and family. Yet I’m still compelled to explore more extreme alternatives, with an eye towards the future. I enjoy planning and pondering what we’d need as a wandering family, perhaps living in different cities and/or countries for a few months at a time, and will likely devote this month’s posts to that topic.
George Carlin famously described a house as “a pile of stuff with a cover on it.” He went on to say, “If you didn’t have so much stuff, you wouldn’t need a house. You could just walk around all the time.”
I’ll enjoy my lovely little house, and my lovely little garden, on my lovely little lane for now. But to walk around all the time, with my husband and daughter—that’s my minimalist dream.
What’s your minimalist dream? Does it involve putting down roots, packing your bags, or something altogether different? Please share in the Comments!