What Does Freedom Mean For A Family Backpacking The World? That Next Adventure and This Moment
In roughly 60 days, my family and I will be hiking the world’s tenth highest mountain, the Annapurna, seated proudly in the Great Himalayas of Nepal. You would think, and I would completely expect it from me, that I would be freaking out. I would say, “We’re not ready! We’re not getting in shape and hiking twice a week like we said we would! We’re not progressively living in higher altitudes to help acclimate us to the harsher conditions of this 300+km trek peaking at 5,416 meters at Thorung La Pass!”
But no, I’m very, very calm. Though we found nothing online that even referred to hiking this trek with kids, I’m no longer freaking out that we’re endangering our kids’ lives. Though we spent two months writing a sponsorship proposal that every potential sponsor has rejected, we know we’ll figure out how to afford this too. Remember, we’re ridiculously stubborn, don’t take ‘no’ or ‘impossible’ as an option, and find creative ways to piss off our friends and make our dreams come true. I know, somehow, the Universe/God/the fairies/our angels will guide us to what we need and that all, as always, will be provided for us.
That being said, we’re into taking action to make our dreams come true. Though we like to complain occasionally why the things we want don’t just come to us on a silver platter, we’re ice cream truck drivers who worked our way through college. We are not filthy rich travelers, we’re ridiculously frugal and that is how we did everything we wrote about in Saving For A Dream, which enabled us to enjoy family world travel, now in our third year. We know what work is. And so, we wanted to share with you our theories on the problem with money and how we hope this pebble will roll.
We feel that our entire journey, reaching in total to month 40, has been, and will continue to be one huge expression of our blessed freedom to make our dreams come true.
It all comes down to eight little stepping stones in this tale:
1- We dreamt a lot, envisioned what we would do if we had a million dollars, and started taking dramatic steps towards every single one of those dreams.
2- Our “year off” will eventually be a 3 1/2 year life on the road world sojourn ending temporarily (or semi-permanently) because our kids want to go home to a normal childhood. (The Nomadic Family No Longer Nomadic)
3- We met a cool backpacker named Angela Tabora in Siem Reap, Cambodia, and somewhere between aerobics with the local, chess with Solai, poi with Dahnya and Orazi, two-hour hysterically-loud family lunches with the worm game, and mediation class with me, Angela fell in love with us. She left reignited to make her next documentary film, about none other than The Nomadic Family.
4- We agreed that the film crew would spend two months filming us 24/7 as we hiked the Annapurna Circuit, volunteered in an orphanage, and settled into our next-to-last nomadic home in Goa, India. We also agreed to offer full support and marketing to help them reach their financial needs by fundraising in Kickstarter.
5- Now that we have stood behind them, pushing and supporting their goals in every way, we realize that if we want to hike this mountain, we’ll need to figure out some creative financial decision. Our sponsorship proposal started some animated conversations but brought us zero funding. And so, after we dipped into the fundraising idea for a few days, we know that that is not us, so, we’ll just figure it out.
6- We’re opening a Crowdtilt campaign, and, like I said, decided this was not us.
7- We’ll stop fidgeting and recognize, again and again, that all that will need with come to us. We can open our arms and make a request to the Universe and trust that what needs to happen, will.
8- Last stage, count our blessings which are so many and know that this will happen, or some derivative of it will, and whatever is meant to be, will. So, now, I hear my heart thump thumping. Now, I’m nervous. Not about that huge mountain and us dying in an avalanche, but of asking for help and then deciding that no, we’re fine and can do it ourselves, like we always have. I’m much calmer now that we’re back to the principles that truly define us. We all get detoured sometimes. And so did we.
We’ll be fine, as always. Yes, I know that this is the second to last adventure before we head home and face a whole mountain of other adventures including but not limited to HOW THE HELL DO WE RE-ASSIMILATE INTO NORMAL SOCIETY AGAIN. But, rest assured friends, there will be plenty of time to freak out over that later. Let’s smile at this erratically beating heart and tell my nerve and sinew that all happens in good time, at this moment, and at that next moment, and at that next one, and that we’ll face every mountain once we face it, one mountain at a time. And that that next adventure and this moment is all we have.
So, thank you for supporting us always. We are so very very grateful.
Off to cut a jicama with olive oil and salt. I’m into my raw food life-style again. I go on and off for 4-6 days at a time of raw to cleanse myself, and then dip into all that God-kissed food porn and temptation around me, and then back to raw. Did you know that there are not fruits or vegetables on the mountain? None. Just rice and mush three times a day. For a raw-foodie this could be interesting. I know, I know, one mountain at a time. So, I’ll go cut my jicama, ignore Solai sitting there with her chocolate bar seductively smearing itself across her chin, and wait for you to flap your angel wings. You spreading the message of our project will make this next dream come true.
Three cheers to living our lives to the fullest and to all of us having the freedom to make our dreams come true.