It makes me green with envy sometimes, these people who graduate, get a job at a multinational, get married to someone within a year or two and just settle down. They just make it seem so effortless and I just can’t fathom how they do it. To settle just doesn’t seem to be in my vocabulary, there is always something that’s better, somewhere to be reached. What’s even odder is that I can clearly see where I want to be, it’s crystal clear but the route is sort of like the way to Mordor, wreathed in darkness. The settlers just make everything seem so easy I either feel stupid, confused or just both.

What I would love to do is just for a week live the life of a settled person, just to experience it for a bit, a 8-5 job where one is a cog in a big machine, come home to the wifey who also works in a similar company and watch some telly, eat some take out and hit the sack (I’m assuming sex is reserved for Friday and Saturday nights and its strictly missionary instead of say the ‘congress of a cow’). I’m assuming that’s the life of a settled person as opposed to mine, living in temporary digs for the greater part of seven years, soon to be going on eight, the desire to work at a job where I not only get paid, but I improve myself, easily bored, only time for relationships is on holiday (recipe for failure) and a constant hunger for something. I kind of get what Christopher Ondaatje was going on about when he penned the phrase “the devil drives.” 

I suppose at the end of the day I want to be a settler, domestic bliss would be nice. But it has to be on my terms, not some drudgery of a job to make ends meet, but something I truly love to do (i.e. wander about the jungle with a camera and then write about it) and in a time and place of my choosing (i.e. Sri Lanka sometime in the next decade). I reckon settling now would kill me slowly with boredom. I need to do that Europe walkabout, follow Bryson’s footsteps in Aussie, spend a month at the Shack diving and just being a general beach bum and not have to worry about a significant other, a mortgage or a brat. So for now (or at least the next half a decade) I guess, I’m going to wander.

(Actually that’s not strictly true, since I’m going to have to hold my next job for at least 2.5-3 years so I can move back home and start a stint of real wandering, so I guess I’m wandering in the metaphorical sense)