It snowed in Colorado Springs, and well, I just wasn’t in a hurry to go back to living outside after my friend Stacey dropped me off from our van life road trip.
With nothing to do, and lungs to acclimate before I could do any serious hiking, why not splurge on an AirBnB? I’d never done that before, and it was cheaper than the hostel… besides, Stacey lent me her laptop for a while so I could get some work done.
I can’t tell you how much it cost to live indoors for a couple weeks, I’ve blocked it from my memory, and worse, I didn’t itemize everything in my budget like I normally do. It was too painful to put in numbers that big.
But, wifi, hot showers and a bed were pretty awesome, even if I couldn’t use the kitchen to cook. Unfortunately it wasn’t everything I had hoped for. Not that the AirBnB experience wasn’t awesome, it’s just that the rest of life reached out and got in the way. Combined with the road trip detox I was pretty devestated emotionally for most of the time. Something that hasn’t happened in years.
But, not to give you the wrong idea, this level of “down” would have been a normal day four years ago, dare I say even positive compared to what life used to be like before I started living out of my backpack. It’s more that I had such high hopes for Colorado Springs. I’d planned on finding an apartment, getting a gym membership, and dare I say, a job!
By the time I pulled my head out of my ass I realized I wasn’t quite ready for those things, despite all the potential I saw in the life I’d imagined. Living up to my potential sounded amazing, but, there’s something I want even more than being comfortable, physically fit, and having money and resources.
And if that means I have to be a crazy homeless monk for a while, so be it.