Lindsey is hopeless. That’s what most people will say if you asked them what they think about me. I’m nearly 38 years old and I’m still living with my parents.
Not that I want to but I don’t really have a choice. I don’t earn that much and whatever salary I have, it goes in and out pretty fast. I can’t really afford to pay rent or even get myself a car.
I’m the youngest of five in my family and yes, I’m the accidental baby that comes along when my parents are in their mid-forties. So yea, I get pampered a lot. It also means I don’t have the pressure to perform like my brothers and sisters, which did alright for themselves. All of them went to university, got married to wonderful partners and have bundles of lovely children.
Not me. Instead of doing my degree, I convinced my parents to use the college funds that they put aside for me, on a worldwide backpacking trip that I did on my own. The pyramids in Egypt, the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the Great Wall of China, I’ve been everywhere. Even got to see the breathless enchanting Northern Lights when I was in Iceland for 3 weeks.
Neighbors say I’m a dream chaser and I’ll never settle down. My parents, although they never push me out of their house, are silently worried. I never held a job for more than a year. Most of my savings are used up for my next trip. I can never travel enough. A stable job can never satisfy my need for wanderlust. It just stifles me to stay in one place for too long. So for years, I worked at a number of jobs. Waitressing at cafes, singing at pubs, office cleaning at daybreak and even a few times, a mascot for children birthday parties or the local fun fairs.
I know my parents instructed my siblings to take care of me when they passed on. As much as they love me and I love them, my brothers and sisters have too much on their plates to hand out to their 38 years old “baby sister”.
I know I should get myself a decent job, a decent man, get married and have children like everyone else but I don’t think that is the life for me. I don’t think beyond next week, you know. It’s scary to plan so far ahead. I prefer living in the moment even though at this moment, my bank account is empty and I only got my lunch money to last until my next payday.
Friends say I should blog about my travels and perhaps bring in some passive income. Oh, I tried but I found I can’t follow through, not even on Instagram. I don’t have a smart phone. I don’t have a laptop. To get to use the computer, I either go to my sister’s house to borrow hers or to the local Internet cafe. Sometimes, the places I work in, allow me to use their computer so I can book my next flight out.
Secretly, I think that people around me are envious at my life. Called me selfish but you only live your life once and it’s how I want my life to be. On my resume, you can put me as an adventurer.
Maybe I’ll die alone. Maybe I’ll need to beg for handouts. But I don’t think I’ll have any regrets pursuing the traveling hobo life right now.
Enjoying Whisper Stories a little bit too much, here are some of the earlier ones to fuel your reading:
Whisper: The Thing that Destroy My Social Life and Almost Kill my Career
Whisper: I exchanged my family for my career