My life is very conventional. I do have some stories of growing up that people think are pretty out there. (Mum, don’t ring up and ask me which ones.) But my adult life is mainstream with a capital M.
While I’m quite happy with the choices I’ve made and where I’m at now, I often think about what other lives I could have led.
The last week or two, I’ve been binge reading a blog that has given me itchy feet.
Lauren is a home schooler and travels around in a bus with her kids. Now, I’d have probably gone insane doing that. And I do like to retreat to my own quiet space, preferably in a recumbent position on my bed or a lounge. And dreadlocks make me itch.
Still the freedom to go, travelling for months, no set bills. Not weighed down by possessions, commitments, the alarm clock, the bundy clock. Freedom from The Man, man. (OK, I was a toddler in the 60s but I can wheel out hippie sayings.)
If you do head on over to Lauren’s blog, start from the beginning. Following her journey and the changes in her life is compulsive reading. Especially if you are drawn to an alternative life. But be warned, there is a horrific incident. I was forewarned about the actual events and googled the news story. Her resilience is amazing.
Anyway, besides having the freedom to travel (which I could do if I wasn’t tied to a massive Sydney mortgage – don’t you love how the word mortgage comes from the old French meaning death pledge? A slow mort. A slow death.), the other me would be living in a village in England. I’d still be a teacher but not here.
So what’s the path the alternate you might have liked to travel down?