I’m reminded somewhat of the Metallica song ‘Wherever I May Roam‘, which features the pre-chorus:
Call me what you will
I like those titles. You’ll notice there’s no mention of the word ‘homeless’ in that bit – or in any part of the song because James Hetfield is a gruff bohemian with bitchin’ sweatbands.
When I first suggested the idea to Jayne, one of the niggling doubts that chewed its way indiscriminately at the back of my neocortex was whether or not travelling across the country for an undisclosed amount of time was akin to homelessness. A rather bleak response from said gnawing was that technically it was. I mean, what is homelessness if not the absence of a home?
But what is a home? Sure we wouldn’t be living in a house, but if we were living in a flat would it be called ‘flatlessness’? Somehow I doubt Collins are kicking each other in a mob-like rush to add that to its dictionary.
Some Background Info is Warranted at this Point
I’d been off work for over a week. I’d decided I liked it so much I wanted to do it more. Without, you know, the fear of not being able to pay rent or purchase red wine whenever the mood struck (i.e. always).
After my first shift back on Monday, I lay on my bed and did that thing where you clasp your hands over your stomach and stare at the ceiling. If it had been a film, the camera would have been hovering above me and slowly spinning around as some inspirational music played (why am I not out there making movies, yo!)
Anyway, I was struck with this idea that I didn’t want to keep working jobs I wasn’t happy with any more. In fact, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to work any job at all. Ever. This is not to be confused with not wanting to work. Work and jobs can be different things. I’m working right now, typing this up. But it’s not a job and it has no hourly rate.
I ran the idea passed Jayne and quickly discovered that she also felt the same. We decided there and then we were going to travel the country. The only debt I have to my name is a bank loan that’s going to take around four years to clear. Hence the blog title and set goal. Jayne has none to speak of and we don’t have any children or ties to a mortgage.
So the decision has been made. Within 48 months we’re planning to leave whatever jobs we’re currently employed at, hand in notices to whoever is our current landlord and sell up some stuff to help fund our travels. Man, just talking about it excites me. It’s definitely not homelessness, right..?