When you write every day, coming up with topics becomes the hard part of it all. So whenever I go on a trip, I try to wring a post out of it. In some cases, like the Peru trek, the thread is easy to find and get on paper, but today is my last day in Tulum, and I'm not sure what to write about exactly.
I've been here for nine days, and for the first seven days I was ambivalent about being here. That's not to say that I wasn't having an awesome time, only that I also really love just being in San Francisco and working, too. Even though everyone here sort of acts as if it isn't, Tulum is an extremely touristy place. I'm in paying in pesos, but my food costs more than it does in San Francisco. And, having traveled a fair amount, I've developed an allergy to touristy places. On top of all that, although I'm no stranger to being called a hippie, compared to the average resident here, I'm a suit. Phrases like "the Universe has brought you here", "There's no such thing as tomorrow. Only today." and "Do you want an astrology reading?" are commonplace.
All that said, I've come to agree that there's something magical about the place. I first had this thought last night. I was sitting on a loungy sort of couch with my friend Anderson, and one by one the friends I've made over the past week came to join us. At one point I look up and I realize that within my view are the smiles of a dozen or so people who I actually really like and care about on some level. It's a ragtag bunch, too-- a Bulgarian who looks like the Michaelangelo statue, maybe because he's always popping down to do a few reps on the Ab-Roller he carries around; a founding member of an infamous hacker group, who is most likely here avoiding the law (and he's not the only one); a waifish New York yoga teacher who fled a wedding and spends a lot of time on the couch wearing oversized headphones; an Australian girl who may just be the friendliest person I've ever met; and a bunch of others. In the background someone I'm told is "one of the best DJs in LA" is playing music and playing the bongos. Beyond the open living room we're all sitting in, are the sounds of crashing Caribbean waves.
We talk about nothing much. Over the past couple days we've dedicated hours to both deciding what animal everyone most resembles (koala bear seems to be the consensus for me), and to coming up with nautical police phrases ("License and crustacean, please"). The community here is mostly transient. Some, like me, stay for durations measured in days. For others it's weeks, months, or even years.
On The High Tech Hobo
Today is my first post as a free man.
I'm writing this as my Bulletproof Coffee steeps from Oakhurst, California. Yesterday I ate breakfast one last time in LA with a couple of close friends, then started driving North on my open ended journey; the beginning of the rest of my life reborn as a phoenix.
February 28th, 2014 was my last day entrenched in the shackles of Corporate America; right after I quit, I hopped into a car and headed straight to Las Vegas for the weekend! Wow, what an adventure — I have a whole video post lined up chronicling that journey, which I will post up when I finish editing it. I have a ton of content and stories to share, but have been very preoccupied preparing for my voyage.
This last week has been crazy; I've worked harder not having a job than I ever did when I did have one! Preparing your entire life to fit in a footprint of under 100 square feet can be quite a challenge; tying up all the loose ends between selling my truck, processing all my physical items, packing, and saying good-byes has been a taxing, yet highly rewarding experience.