Hobo Update: Relearning Travel’s Inherent Lessons

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Travel’s Inherent Lessons. Instalment: July 2016. Those of you who have followed my journey in recent months and years will know that I had established a home and lifestyle direction in Peru that was everything I had ever wanted, and more than I could have imagined. The place, the people, the work…I could go on. (But I won’t).

So when all that came to an end, eventually necessitating my departure from Peru entirely, it left me, kind of…well…broken.

But I have indeed moved on from Peru, and you’ve been asking for an update, so here it is, in all its glory. Greetings, from Florida! Here’s what’s going on.

This post was originally published in 2016. It has since been updated for accuracy of links and content. 

Starting Over: Travel’s Inherent Lessons

Although I’ve been a full-time traveler since early 2007 (almost 10 years!), in some ways this recent shake up felt like starting over again, and I’m wrestling with similar issues to what I faced 10 years ago; relearning travel’s inherent lessons all over again.

Stuff

Minimalist that I am, I did some nesting (ie: accumulation of stuff) in Peru. So on leaving, I had to reevaluate what I had and get rid of a bunch of it. (See Also: How do I Sell Everything to Travel?)

This shit ain’t easy! I had fallen back into deriving (some degree of) happiness from having meaningful and pretty things around me (along with a wardrobe that far extends beyond the capacity of any suitcase), and I had to grieve certain departures as I made some tough decisions about what could come onwards with me for my unknown adventures.

Over the years I’d also lugged down to Peru a number of precious what-nots that I originally stored in Canada. Although I gave a couple of these babies away before leaving Peru, most of it got packed up and put back in storage (again). I must admit it was nice to have these items around me again, in a home setting. I chose my keepers well.

When I was in the throes of this process in Peru, I chatted with some full-time traveling friends. When I told them of these precious items from Canada that I somehow had to get out of Peru and store again, their response was simple.

“Get rid of it.”

I argued my case for keeping it, and they simply shrugged. I knew in a sense they were right; it’s so much easier not to tie yourself down with any stuff…anywhere. But I couldn’t do it; instead I crammed it all into one checkable suitcase and traveled with it to Florida, where I am at the moment. It will either be stored here, or back in Canada.

Luggage Choices

This sorting of stuff was also part of a process of choosing what would come onwards with me for my relatively blank full-time travel itinerary. And although I formerly prided myself on being a full-time traveler with nothing more than carry-on luggage, this task suddenly proved impossible.

I’ll be going into more about how and why this happened in another post about my new packing and luggage preferences. But in the nature of reflecting on the idea that I’m “starting over” with the full-time travel game again, it strikes me that this could be a repeat performance. When I hit the road in 2007, it was with a fair bit of swag. As I traveled I shed various items that didn’t serve me as well as I’d anticipated. And as I continued to establish my preferred style (and climate) of travel, I shed even more stuff, to the point that I could do it all with carry-on luggage only. If this is a repeat performance, then it stands to reason that even if I start with a larger load, I may well trim it down in time.

Years ago I coined a phrase that I still like to use today: The weight of your luggage is equally proportionate to your level of misery on the road.

2019 Update: The luggage I choose depends on the trip I’m taking, but on the whole, for long-term travel, I’m a fan of checked luggage. Here’s why, with a list of criteria that can help you choose the best (checked or carry-on) luggage for you

Fear

A final (and not to be underestimated) reason for my feeling like I’m a newbie in this game again, is that I’m scared. I’m scared of hitting the road solo. I’m scared of starting over again in every new place. I’m scared of being too old. I’m scared of meeting people. I’m scared of not meeting people. Blah, blah, blah.

Even as I commit these fears to paper, I see how ridiculous fear is. I will (as I’ve done so many times before, even optionally as with skydiving) breathe into this fear, listen to my gut, and make the leap.

Fear is good. We were born with it so we could survive, and not do something silly like walk off the top of a skyscraper. But fear is also to be measured and examined; if survival isn’t an issue, then the fear may be pointing towards another issue within us – one that could be dealt with by facing the fear head-on.

So that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’ve already overcome these fears in previous years, but it doesn’t make me immune to relapses. Unlike the first time around, I’m considerably more conscious and aware of what fear really means (maybe this shaman stuff did me some good!), and I’m being kind to myself while doing what it takes.

Andes mountains in Peru as seen from an airplane


Being a Wife in Florida

Which brings me to where I am and what I’m doing.

I have a close friend of 20+ years who lives in Hollywood Florida (between Fort Lauderdale and Miami), and who I’ve visited numerous times enroute to here or there. Knowing I might need some time to decompress after leaving Peru, and since there’s no shortage of reasonably-priced flights from Lima to Florida, my decision was made.

I’ve been here for three weeks, and my friend and I have a great little routine. She’s the husband: she gets up and goes to work long hours. I’m the wife: I stay and home and do domestic things (in addition to working on my computer and moping of course). She even picks up flowers for me from time to time on her way home. When I made a comment about how I needed to complete the moping-house-wife look with some sort of silky flowing robe, one such robe was presented to me that night (from her closet; she didn’t buy a silk robe for me, no, that would be just creepy. She did, however, buy me red roses. That’s not creepy is it?).

So…I’m currently wearing my silk robe and writing this post.

If it was hard to get out of the house before said silk robe, it’s almost impossible now. At the moment, I don’t want to do anything. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I’m giving myself permission to convalesce for as long as I want to. I’m keeping up (and even getting a bit ahead) with my work. I’m eating well. I’m sleeping. I’m taking yoga and dance classes. I’m watching Netflix. And I’m continuing to heal my slightly broken self with kindness and self-nurturing. And I’m in a perfect place to do it, with both lots of alone time while my “husband” works, as well as a good dose of companionship with my friend who is a riot to be with.

But it means I don’t have any exciting Floridian pictures, discoveries, or recommendations. That’s not what being here is about for me; not this time.

pondering travel's inherent lessons while taking in the beauty of the cloud forest in Peru


Next: Canada

Next month, I’m bound for Canada, back to my home town for a visit. I’ve been back there a bunch of times in the last couple of years, but it’s always nice to catch up with my family and friends, especially during summer. It’s also a particularly smashing summer to be in town, since my oldest friend will be celebrating a big birthday (hint: it starts with a 4), and given that I was born a mere five days after her, I’ll be celebrating the same milestone myself.


Next: Ecuador

As of September I expect to be house-sitting in Cuenca, Ecuador for a couple of months. Ecuador is new to me and this situation will be a nice way of hitting the travel scene again after my period of convalescence. Once I’ve finished house-sitting, I expect to explore the use of plant medicine there and to see if I’d like to continue my apprenticeship in a different way.

Oh Yeah, and I’m Writing a Book

Did I forget to tell you? Well, that would only be because it’s still being conceived; I’m working on the outline for a book proposal – the proposal alone I expect will take months to complete. Last October, I received a divine stroke of inspiration for the title of a book that I’ve been told by people for years I should write. It’s called This Ain’t a Travel Blog: Stories from 10 Years of Living Abroad That No Travel Blogger Would Publish. Okay, even the title might be a work-in-progress, but you get the idea. It’s going to be the real uncensored deal of what my last 10 years have been like, for better and worse.

Despite getting my divine inspiration last October, with my busy schedule in Peru it quickly became a back-burner item. If there was one good thing (and really, there are many) that has come out of my life in Peru being abolished, it would be that now I can write this book.

So, all this convalescence isn’t just about moping and wearing a silk robe. I’ve got work to do!

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21 thoughts on “Hobo Update: Relearning Travel’s Inherent Lessons”

  1. If it’s any consolation Nora, during my lifetime of travel, I too can count on that shaky feeling of utter doubt and fear when heading to the next new place – every.blessed.time. Indeed, it happens so regularly that I’ve now concluded that it’s a perfectly natural phenomenon. That doesn’t make the fears and self-doubts completely go away, mind you. But being aware of such head-trips, helps me to push through it and… go on to ever more adventures!

    But what I reeeealy wanted to say here today is… “I’m scared of being too old.”

    Um… all I can say to THAT snippet of silliness is… well then my dear – your coming here to take over my wee chunk of heaven (mi casa) here in Cuenca – couldn’t possibly be more synergetic. You’ll be cuddling with the gatas of a lass nearly TWICE your age – who’s popping on her own backpack (for the UMPTEENTH time!) to skip around the Balkans for a month. So… that’s ONE fear you can dump right here, right now “young” lady! 😉

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      • @Dyanne – Touche! 🙂 The sentence I forgot to add next to “I’m afraid I’m too old”, was “I’m afraid I’m too young”! Fear is just fear, and usually it’s pretty silly.
        But I’m glad to discover that ongoing travel fears are, as you’ve discovered, a perfectly natural phenomenon. I’m glad I’m not the only one!
        And I’m glad we’re still on for September too! I’m ready to book my ticket!

        @Halona – It’s a great reply! Dyanne is an absolute treasure, and I’m very excited to meet her in person soon (after years of corresponding).

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  2. Tennessee Williams said that security is a kind of death. I agree with him. Enjoy Cuenca. Ecuador is my heart, I can’t imagine a better situation. Can’t wait to check out your book when it’s done!

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    • Thanks Jo!
      Security is an illusion. I learned this (again) most recently when all the security I thought I had in Peru disappeared. Mr. Williams is very wise!
      Ecuador will be fun. As for the book, I believe it’s going to be a long-term project, but with any luck by autumn (or so) I’ll have an agent and a book deal. Fingers crossed!

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  3. whoa, I was behind Nora! What a roller coaster… I won’t bring back bad memories to you or anything but I just want to say that I’m proud of you and that you will keep going on getting stronger.

    Being lazy and sitting down catching up on work and doing absolutely nothing else but lay around in a silk robe is good, especially in times like these. Embrace those moments and recharge and write the book because I can’t wait to read it! 😉

    -Maria Alexandra

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    • Thank you so much, Maria! And you’re right. Doing nothing is okay for a while. Me and my silk robe appreciate your approval. Ha ha!

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  4. Thank you for the update Nora. Your travels are always interesting and your fears are a reminder to myself.
    And the too much stuff problems… some things are just hard to learn! I’m sorry to say that I feel good when I see someone else with that problem too 🙂

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    • Rob,
      LOL! There is some comfort in knowing we all struggle with the same fears and issues. It’s part of the reason I’m so candid about my own…..I figure I’m not alone. 🙂

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  5. Good to have a thorough update and sounds like you are looking after yourself sensibly, good girl!! Not sure if I knew/remembered that we are the same age! Well I’m a few months ahead. Turns out this new milestone is one for big changes perhaps? (I’ll have to PM you!) xxx

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    • Amanda!
      I think there’s something in the air. Lots of changes for many people these days! So strap on your seatbelt, and let’s try to enjoy this ride…. 🙂

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  6. Thanks Nora for sharing your lovely little ventures with us. Eating, sleeping, yoga and dance, lovely life, happy travelling!

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  7. Catching up on your newsletters, I too have been recharging in Prince Edward Island after years of travel/living ‘away’. September will travel again, seeking warm climate home base, so down-sizing/storage/agonizing over tossing precious items always upsetting. Hoped Ecuador would be home but didn’t suit criteria; now intrigued by Amazonian cacao farm for sale, may return to there to check it out! Otherwise headed to Honduran (east) coast for that elusive home base (probably psychological reason for NOT choosing one!) Toronto’s my home town too!

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    • Hey Ruth,
      Gosh – the last (and first) time I was in PEI was when I was 9 years old! Might be time for a return visit.
      Honduras, huh? What attracts you there?

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      • Big gap in responding–been in Portugal + Spain (instead of Honduras). Refreshing change of pace from Latin America–delightful indeed. Initial attraction to Honduras was its low-cost Caribbean location but extra research eliminated it.

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  8. Hey Lady–
    I hear you. Going back on the road again as well, and have also been tackling the fear and the concerning of age, time, and beginning again. You hit it all on the head! But the new beginning is gonna be good!

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    • Hey Janine,
      Indeed, new beginnings are great! It’s just a matter of putting one foot in front of the next; the rest falls into place; and for myself, I’m getting my travel legs back on! Happy travels…

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