I’m right there with you, for true.
The Mr and I, used to be the poster children for never growing up. We would save money then head out to see the world, for 3, 6, 8, once even 10 months, at a time. We roamed through Asia, the Indian sub continent, the Himalayas, South America, it was all kinds of awesome and we didn’t give a whit that our cohorts thought us surely mad.
When his Mom had a stroke that left her bedridden everything changed in one fell swoop. Bought a house, brought in MIL, became housefrau 24/7 caregiver, he became ‘the man’, carrying all of the financial weight. Suddenly we were all about mortgages, and meds, diapers, laundry, insurance, 3 squares, etc. I’m not sure who was more surprised, us or our friends, at how things had shifted for us.
6 yrs later she passed and now we hardly recognize ourselves or our lives. At first it was enough to get all that stroking from everyone who was convinced we’d moved in the right direct in our lives. Settled, structure, security. I’m not saying it isn’t nice, and I do love our house and neighbourhood.
But, as God is my witness, I could sell it all tomorrow, throw caution to the wind and take off, I swear. In fact I’ve already once proposed, as a retirement plan; Sell it all, and head out to travel away the rest of our lives. Should it look like we’ll out live the funds, we’ll just take up riskier and riskier activities. I’d much rather die zip lining at 87yrs than die of boredom at 95yrs in a nursing home, to be honest.
It was not a suggestion that was taken seriously - at the time. But it got him thinking, that’s for sure. Mark my words, the day will come when I will be posting from some where far flung, because this rut cannot hold, I’m certain.
I feel ya, and I’m right there with you.