Life, Travel

I Want To Buy A Campervan & Become a Writing Nomad

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I know they say home is where the heart is, but at the moment, it feels like my heart is beating in my chest, and saying ‘hey, take me to infinity and beyond’. Of course I adore my life with my hubby to be and my pooches and enjoy nothing more than coming home to my cosy cottage in the countryside. But before I buy one place, which I will intend to stay in for a good few years, I need to get outta here. One last epic adventure before settling down.

I want to buy some kind of campervan and drive around Europe for a year, with my fiance and pooches obviously. I want to create incredible memories, and live for exploring new places each day rather than checking my emails and social media. We’ve all got caught up in this sort of constant digital world that’s really hard to separate from. I think I would be truly sickened if I actually knew how many times I check my phone each day.

I want life to be simple, and more real. I want to experience moments as they pass by and find a deeper purpose. Lately the travelling bug has hit me real hard.

I feel like a switch has gone off in my head. Like I’m a bird getting ready to migrate. Distant lands are calling, and I can hear the travelling voice in my head beckoning.

So can someone help a gal out and park a kitted out campervan on my doorstep for immediate use. Preferably complete one that’s got enough room for one large adult male, a female and two huskies with bags of energy. Surely that’s not too much to ask, right?

I’m not sure why over the last six months I’ve had such a powerful urge to travel. Is it my hormones? I can’t blame bloody everything on my hormones. It might be because I’m planning a wedding, and I don’t want my travelling to slow down afterwards. Babies will be on the horizon in the not too distant future, and I plan to hoist them on my back and take them to cool places with me (yeah, yeah, I know this might be wishful thinking).

Or it could be all the ridiculously beautiful places I keep seeing pop up on my Instagram. Or the lifestyle that some of the people I follow get to have. It’s not through luck or good fortune. These people have chosen to pack up their life and go on tour. Hit the road. Like the guy who owns Loki the wolf dog, or the couple who own The Rolling Home. Just take a little peek into their world, and you will want to throw in the nine to five towel and channel your inner adventurer I guarantee you.

I don’t want to be a nomad forever, because I do really appreciate having somewhere to call home, and the familiarity of living in a close knit community. I do want to settle.

There will come a time where I will nest and have a wonderful family. But I just want to squeeze in one more chapter before then.

Plus, it’s not like I even have to give up my job to do this. I’m lucky enough to have a job that I can do literally anywhere in the world (as long as there’s WiFi obvs). I can use my travel experiences as inspiration for my writing, and continue to run my business, whether that’s by the beach, in the mountains or under the stars in a desert. There’s literally nothing stopping me.

We may not end up making this happen, because life does throw you a curve ball sometimes. It may not be right now, in a year or even ten years. But at some point in my life I WILL know what it’s like to truly leave your worries behind and succumb to a travelling lifestyle.

This might involve travelling through several countries, or it could be just one, like France or Italy. I guess really I’m writing this blog post as a pledge to myself. I will honour this wish. I will tick this dream off the bucket list. So future Kiri listen up. If it still hasn’t happened, get your butt in gear. You know you want this, and you only get one life. So bloody well go on and live it.