I think the beginning of my nomadic journey started out as minimalism. Here I was living in my brand new 3 bedroom house with the white picket (ok black metal) fence, the big screen TV, a garage full of tools and toys, everything.
And I was miserable.
But why? Isn’t this the epitome of the “American Dream”? No, this is someone else’s dream. Society’s dream, the government’s dream, corporate America’s dream, I’m not sure exactly, but certainly not my dream. It took me a long time to realize that since we’re brainwashed from birth to work our way up the ladder to achieve this level of “success”. And this culture of keeping us obsessed with material possessions pushes us into permanent debt and strapped to a full-time job that we can never get out of. It’s the new slavery… economic slavery.
And if you think I’m exaggerating take a look at the booming self-storage industry. It seems there’s a new storage facility popping up on every corner. If this doesn’t convince you we have a “stuff” problem nothing will. Yes, there are legitimate needs for self-storage, like when you’re in a transition phase, but nowadays this seems to be the exception not the rule.
Anyway, I wanted a simpler life, I wanted more freedom. But you can’t have freedom with a mountain of debt and a house and all the other stuff that constantly needs your attention.
I don’t know how I stumbled onto it, but I saw a documentary called “Minimalism: A Documentary About the Important Things“. I was hooked. At last I found an ideology I could embrace. I started following The Minimalists through social media and their blog, and even going to a local minimalist Meetup group. I was totally on-board.
It didn’t take long before I started taking inventory of everything I owned, and like a demon possessed I started offloading all my things. I became a Craigslist madman. Some of the more useless stuff went straight to the trash but most was sold or donated to Goodwill or other charities.
I continued to purge and within months my 3 bedroom house was half empty and I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders, not to mention having all this newfound cash in hand from the sales. Getting rid of stuff became an addiction and the more I did it the easier it got.
But this was just the beginning.