Hobo Johnson said it right. Most of us are stuck in this wheel. A system that keeps you working a job you hate, to pay rent for a house to sleep in and park your car that you need to drive you to the same job that is busy sucking your soul dry. Do we really want to spend our lives living for the weekend?
When the end comes and you have all this meaningless stuff, what have you really got?
The phrase, “YOLO”, pisses me off because it’s so wrong. We don’t only live once. We live EVERY. SINGLE. FLIPPING. DAY!… Until we don’t…
That could be tomorrow, next week, next year, or even 50 years from now.
Are you really living if half of your life is spent at a desk, bleeding your ambitions into a keyboard?
The Gypsy Project was born out of a need to change all of this.
We’ve been gypsying for just over 3 months now.
No set work hours. No final destination. No rent to pay.
Just the open road and a little Hyundai Atos, packed with the lives of two travel-hungry hearts.
We’ve never been happier, but it’s not as easy or as glamorous as it looks on social media.
Tarryn and I worked and lived together, 5 years ago. We had kept in touch over the years, chatting and catching up when we could.
One April afternoon, we had a phone call that sparked something.
“I feel stuck” were words that left both of our mouths.
We were both working contracts for other people. Tarryn was in Mpumalanga and I was in Gauteng.
Those words sat with me. I was at a pinnacle point, where I either had to change something or take on another 3 month contract, where I would most likely feel stuck somewhere else.
The next Sunday, I had a revelation. It was like being hit by a brick, only it was a figurative sign to “Let go and let God”. That afternoon, I called Tarryn:
“Hey, Hippie. I have a proposition for you.”
“Do you have a valid passport?”
“Let’s quit the system and go into Africa.”
So… we did.
It’s a human thing. We all love our stuff. For many people, it’s what defines them.
We had to give up a lot to follow this dream. I wasn’t going to rent a house if I wasn’t ever going to be there. All my stuff went into storage. All except a single bag. Tarryn did the same (though she is a bit of a hoarder, so has a few bags…).
I think this was an important part of discovering our freedom. It’s amazing how much sentimental value we attach to useless crap. These things that have such a tight hold on us. It could be a house, a car, a photo frame… sometimes it may even be a person. At the end of the day, we do just fine without them. Tarryn and I both had a lot of these. The process was hard, but necessary.
“The only thing we wave to fear is fear itself”
-Franklin D. Roosevelt
Letting go is a scary thing…
In all honestly, I was petrified of giving everything up, even if it was to follow a life-long dream of travel. We had very limited savings, but an abundance of determination to make things work.
And it did. Well, it has… so far.
The sad thing is that a lot of people don’t get to the point where they feel like it’s working. They give up when they get spooked.
The truth is, we have had days when we don’t even know where we will be staying the next day. We have had days when both of our bank accounts are telling us to get stuffed. We have had weeks when we ate lentils for pretty much every meal. I don’t miss those days, even though they are still bound to pop up, from time to time.
All it takes is the courage to push through. It’s so easy to bail out and fall back into the wheel. Trust me, there are times when the thought has crossed my mind. Thankfully, I remind myself how strong I am for taking the leap in the first place.
I am my own boss. I go where I want, when I want and how I want.
We have made it thousands of kilometres with shining reviews from everyone we have worked with and an endless stretch of potential adventures ahead of us.
We did it all by pushing through and having a faith.
Now, we’re in Cape Town, Baby!
Who cares if we’re eating two minute noodles instead of fillet steak?
The Garden Route was our test run. We wanted to make sure that our full-time travel concept would work. So far, so good.
11 stops, 15 clients and 3 months later and we have made it to Cape Town. We haven’t gone one day without a roof over our head or food in our stomachs. We have met some of the most amazing people, seen some breathtaking sites and have no intention of stopping, any time soon!
Taking this route did insure that we weren’t jumping too far in to the deep end. Living pay cheque to pay cheque, we wanted to be sure that we could get back home, with our tails between our legs, if it did all go belly-up. It didn’t… so now we’re ready for Africa.
While our skillset of digital creations do keep us in the system to some extent, we have managed to escape the circle of slavery that so many people are stuck in. Instead of working to pay for a car to drive us to work to do something we hate to pay for the car… we work to experience. To learn. To truly live.
“YOLO” is a load of crap!
One day is never the same as the next.
We live… Every. Single. Day.