I call it globe-trotting. They call it commitment issues. I call it opportunism. They are calling the police on me. Yes, it might look like I am on the run from the Russian Mafia. Well, it’s because I am. But that’s the whole other story.
From Lithuania to the US, then to the UK, then to France, to Malaysia, to Germany, to South Korea, to Vietnam, to Japan, to Belgium… And here, once again, I find myself in the same position – perching on top of the suitcase in an attempt to close the zip.
So here are some re-occorring PROS and CONS that come with changing the home address every six months or so.
THE CONS OF CONSTANTLY MOVING
– Nothing is too familiar
Moving to a new place turns me into a giant baby, who, for a few months, is wobbling around and looking all confused and disoriented.
“Where am I?”, “How much would that be in euros?”, “Why should I avoid this neighbourhood?”, “How do you say ‘morning-after pill’?” – well, you get the picture.
– Friendships/relationships that don’t survive the distance
Re-creating social circle over and over again means, that most of “Aren’t you afraid that Freud was right, and all your future relationships are doomed to embody your daddy issues?”-sort-of conversations have to be replaced by “What did you say your name was?”.
And I’m not even going to start discussing the hardship of keeping the relationship with my ….
– A life that fits in a suitcase
“OMG!! This is the most cosy house I have EVER seen!!” is my usual reaction to literally ANY mediocre place that has a candle, a carpet and anything framed.
Because I myself don’t really have much stuff. Or any stuff. My shopping trips usually consist of me filling my cart up, and then slowly putting everything back, because I know I would need to pack it, sell it or throw it away in a few months. And as chic as “being a minimalist” sounds, it would be nice, for once, to buy a book, a mug or a marble lion statue…
THE PROS OF CONSTANTLY MOVING
– Nothing is too familiar
Once in a new place, even the most dull everyday activities, like shopping in the supermarket, taking a metro or kidnapping a child become exciting.
Especially if you also tend to take which ever bus comes first, because you have read “The Alchemist” and have convinced yourself that everything in life is an Omen. #TrueStory
– Friendships/relationship that don’t survive the distance
Since no one knows who you are – you are free to be whoever you want to be. It is as liberating as deleting your browser history. Plus, what a great opportunity to adopt that accent you’ve been perfecting in front of your bathroom mirror !
– A life that fit’s in a suitcase
Living with only the essentials means that there’s less stuff to clean, to break, to lose, to lend, to put on fire…
Alsoooo… It would will be way easier to shove all my stuff into a bag and jump on the white horse once Prince Charming – with thick black hair, large dark eyes and firm square jaw covered with at least one, maybe two, day’s growth of beard – comes to pick me up, as the sun will be falling below the horizon and Lion Richie songs will be playing in a background… mhmmmm.. but I mean… who is even thinking about that….
As nice as chatting with myself is, I gotta go and finish packing now… Farewell Beautiful People! **smoke bomb **