slipping into rhythm is definitely something i have no trouble with, not because i am a habitual being but because i definitely am not… When i say these things like habit and rhythm i’m pretty much strictly referring to my ability to wake up at an sort of practical hour and my reference is strict because when i’m in straya i run at minimum output; as i’ve spent too long with this holidaying-whilst-home mentality.. a mentality motivated almost solely by my motorbike and desire to achieve whatever i consider to provide me with maximum contentedness at any given moment. I think this pit was dug because I was lacking any goal to motivate me to something i consider worth attaining, but i’m back on track now and up in Vancouver crushing days with in an office with like-minded preachers of well-rounded lifestyles..
i don’t have any real plans outside of attaining mobile living before the winter, that way i opportunities to migrate will be ideally acceptable… mobility is essentially all i want right now, ill get a motorbike soon but for now im getting so much stoke out of riding my pushbike that a part of me wants to avoid motorisation, however, all parts of me pertaining to logic suggest buy a motorbike ASAP but use pedal power for work commutes [as i beat my motorbike riding homie to work thanks to bikepaths etc]
Travelling and taking pictures along the way is no doubt dope but i was silly by considering that a job, it gets me paid but it’s nowhere near stimulating enough to make up for the home times and their desire to minimise critical thinking.
I’m excited be the prospect of Matt moving up here too!
“disguised, perhaps by the night’s fog, was not the steepness of the dirt road but the concern for our livelihood and immense terror felt as a result of selecting the ‘nearest mountain peak’ option of my Czech GPS… and to its credit it did just that, but i relearnt the valuable lesson that having blind faith in automated systems can potentially result in slipping off a 35% dirt logging road, at a point barely wide enough to accommodate my wagon’s axle, clinging to the side of a 3000m+ mountain in a foreign country without a phone or anyone knowing where you were, 2 hours above civilisation. The fog-roof of recklessness.” me
I know im looking for something, im not sure what it is but i have a feeling that acquiring mobile-living is the step i need to make in order figure out if i am infact looking for anything, or im just excited by the vasteness of adventure and how much adventure can be had when your house moves and has a dual-sport attached to the back. phwoar life of lamb pt. 4
