Today I was consulting the map before going out for a walk with Dorothy our dog. I knew already that I had been on most of the nearby streets, but I thought there might be some great route on other streets I hadn’t yet seen. Well, I couldn’t find any.
I felt rather disappointed. And then, at the moment I felt this way, I discovered something about myself…
After every one of my recent frequent moves, there has come a point when the excitement of new surroundings has faded away. This always comes as the end of the first year approaches. At that point I find myself more often secluded at home, dreaming of impractably ambitious adventures, and therefore listless. I have lived in Wellington for ten months, and have now reached this point. I feel ready to move on, try something new, have another adventure.
It is the transitions that I live for. The bigger the change, the greater my excitement. I live to see new sights, try new things, go to new places. The local streets I have already explored have now faded into monotone in my head. I have no interest in routine. Unlike some (my wife, for example), I find no safety or consolation in status quo.
Similarly, I look forward to the transitions between the four seasons of the year, often so much so that I don’t take advantage of the season I happen to be in at the moment.
I am an explorer/adventurer/seeker/searcher. I am not a settler.
Many other examples flooded into my mind at that moment this morning when I looked up from the map. The way I cook! I am constantly trying new things, making new concoctions. I don’t follow recipes. The way I garden! Preparing and planting a new plot of ground is exciting – but then I’ll just leave it to itself (to a large extent). The way I blog! The topics and format are constantly changing.
Ideally, I would live a partly nomadic lifestyle: living in portable shelter for much of the time, and ranging far, but having a humble home to which to return at the appropriate times.
And the walk? Well, Dorothy and I managed to find a few new streets to explore after all, had some adventures, and came home happy and with stories to tell. Ah – blissful adventuring!