I made a bold declaration this week. I’m finally taking action toward becoming a digital nomad, so for my East Coast trip, I’ll be driving cross-country, spending a few weeks on the road while working. After my experience at World Domination Summit, a fire was lit inside of me that won’t die and I can’t stop it.
I know that becoming a digital nomad and traveling as much as I want to means living a more minimalist life. Believe it or not, I had no qualms about not having any furniture when I packed all of my belongings into my car and drove to Seattle 18 months ago. I appreciate things, but I don’t need them. I can jump in my car today and be happy with whatever I can fit in there.
With one exception.
Or more like hundreds of exceptions.
See, what I didn’t mention when I said I was able to pack all of my belongings in my car is that…well…that’s not counting the 15 boxes of books I shipped to Seattle ahead of time.
I was talking to my sister about it the other night.
“I can’t give up my books! I’ll just rent a storage unit and my library will live forever.”
I spent a majority of my middle and high school years in the library. When I was at school, I would sneak away whenever I could from classes to hide away between the shelves. On the weekends, I would drag my mom and have her drop me off at the public library – and that was before I began volunteering there. My love of books began even before that and my mom is to blame for it. She taught me how to read when I was four and I’ve been unstoppable since then.
The first full book I read in English was Little Women.
The first time I read a Dean Koontz book was when I found one on the $.50 shelf at the public library. I still have that copy of Winter Moon.
I still have my first copy of Nausea – and whenever I reach for it every couple of years, I see the handwriting of a lost 18 year old, trying to find the answers to her problems in a book.
I can’t go to an airport without buying a book – usually a girly fiction book that I will devour during the duration of my flight and it’ll help me escape just for a couple of hours.
I’m the weird girl who will go read at a bar on a Friday night. I can’t walk past a bookstore without going in – and will usually walk away with a book or ten.
I have books from my childhood in Turkish. I have prayer books. I have political books. I have For Dummies books.
Even before I wanted to be a digital nomad, I was already wandering through life.
I don’t have a childhood home – I have the memories between the pages.
I don’t have diaries – I have notes scribbled on the margins of the books that helped me escape.
I may never feel settled down and my wanderlust could take me around the world – many times over.
Sure, I’ll have my Kindle for reading on the go, but if I ever find myself in an old bookstore somewhere in Italy, you bet your ass I’ll be shipping the treasures I find in the hidden corners of that building to join my library and become another piece of the puzzle that is my life.
What’s the first book you remember discovering on your own?